Can’t believe it’s almost over, since it feels like I’m about to fly Arms outstretched, as wide as I horizon line air and ground with the sun so warm in my eyes my head glows while my feet live in … Continue reading →
a day arrives when ordinary and mundane aren’t on the agenda I put out my hand to you and we’re strong for each other.
This still needs some tumbling but here it goes for now: April’s heavy clouds, oppose fluorescent maples bright yellow willows with sun or no the trees above rich greens first sparks no heat yet a welcome light
She came, needing to buy a replacement for something broken — accidentally, unfortunately, sadly — and then she began to weep, her husband, not dead six days would have known how to fix it how to do all those things … Continue reading →
Well into April, the morning is light pouring up from wet ground, shining as tall ancient trees which shone out silver and gold across a newer world. Now these lesser trees, though leafless gleam bright in slanted day. The willows … Continue reading →
I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.
