Very rough right now, subject to work and criticism. I don’t even know if I want to keep this title. Big Top The trapeze artist on losing his stance, walks the black plank out of orbit swooped into a nest, the kind you may associate with wicker, or felt, or ash stretching the pleats andContinue reading “New Poem, Born of P&W’s Weekly Prompt”
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Strands of poetry sticking…
“I snap the twig to try to trap the springing and I relearn the same lesson. You cannot make a keepsake of this season. Your heart’s not the source of that sort of sap, lacks what it takes to fuel, rejectsContinue reading “Strands of poetry sticking…”
After Robert Hass
What does this mean? I do not mean to say these things. I do not say these things. They look at me and try to spoon the answer out from under my eyelids, from the gums of my teeth: They find the kind of red which does not describe the curtain, or the bedspread. AContinue reading “After Robert Hass”
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