Tag: poetry
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Day 4
let us begin here, at the temple of helplessness, to grieve proper the angels caught unawares, before awareness even
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Day 3
trucks on the freeway, flat land stretched out beyond i find myself looking out a window between my world and yours
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Day 2
tiny pools of snow along wind-battered off-ramp — tired gas station among the rows of corn stalks — I count each gust, each bluster
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Day 1
every tanka has already been written we sing the rules of counterpoint, seek to replay our past
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White rose in November blooming
as if you cannot wait for the snow, as if you open wide to remind us that November holds both summer and winter. We learn from you to prepare for any crazy thing, to carry our burdens lightly so we might dare to bloom if given even half a chance.
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House in Bryan Woods
Driveway grooves into thicket, clearing, beyond first house now needing repair onto big house now overgrown by cedars rooted along its foundation when no one thought beyond next season or so — even now, decades long beyond imagining one cannot see their destiny — or supposed they, this would last. We wheel into thicket, clearing,…
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