Monday Poem
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
Celtic Knot maybe you think I do not know maybe you think I could not be surely I’m not where I go surely I am here with thee but maybe moon is nothing old maybe sun is never new perhaps all stories have been one maybe there’s no such thing as through could be everything is here…
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
When Bach was a Busker in Brandenburg When Bach was a busker playing for humble coin he’d set up his organ in the middle of a square regardless of pigeons, ignoring the squirrels who sat poised at its edges waiting for their daily bread and work to build its impossible structure of intricacies, assembling its pipes…
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
The Politics of Wind There is something that loathes a vacuum, high pressure to low, breeze is of disequilibrium, there will be calm without it. The greater the absence here the fiercer the blast from there, the more thorough the vacancy there the deeper the absence here. To breathe, lungs must be partially void, it’s in…
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
Whatcham’callit She’s dead, he said. So’s he, said she. Kicked the bucket, he said. Bought the farm, said she. Under the clover, he said. Crossed over, said she. Iced with a heater, he said. Sleeps with the fishes, said she. Taken for a little ride, he said. Gone to the other side, said she. Flat-lined, he said. Out…
Monday Poem
Monday Poem
(Known Miniscule) + (Unknown Immense) is . . . before the sun rose, they rose, they were soft-spoken to shadows so as not to stir them they let blood and would sometimes sweat and spit. when shadows were too cruel. they prayed for light tree’s sunlit shadow: big trunk moves in wind limb dangling, brushes…
Monday Poem
Race is a Political Animal white is a color not a race red is a color not a race black is a color not a race yellow is a color not a race brown is a color not a race human is a race of many colors equines are animals that come in colors, not…