Anaphora: a method to begin

The span of a decade, sequence of deep sleep spaces you have never lived pave their hollows into the brain set off an equation some other linguistic entity, some field that shook its stalks against a white porch light in a storm but that was not you there somebody else that is some other childContinue reading “Anaphora: a method to begin”

The Tree Climber

We Write Poems’ Prompt┬áthis week encouraged us to think about trees… The Tree Climber Falling from a tree — That’s a memory I lack, though I wish I had a scar, almost imperceptible, hidden on my shin or across my clavicle like the indent of a seashell sleeping under the bone — It would haveContinue reading “The Tree Climber”