Evidence
This poem is in response to a “wordle” prompt from Big Tent Poetry. I wasn’t really expecting the words to take me in this direction (a bit dark), but decided to flow with it. As always, feedback is...
View ArticleAt Dusk on the Cusp of Winter
This poem was based on Big Tent Poetry’s Oct. 11 prompt to create a poem using some or all of the following words: purple, hook, extract, glossy, muddy, staircase, doll, bitter, kiss, gourd, pluck,...
View ArticleFor Lack of Perishing
We listened with all our strength until we could hear the hearts of this hurried city shimmering. Fainter, and alone again, soon we heard bitter disappointment floating in the deep night. Out of the...
View ArticleMercy
This is not a poem about angels though they gather like dusk around this wrecked planet. It’s about boxing and dogfights (forgive us) but also Mozart and Penicillin and walking on the moon. This is not...
View ArticleDecember Inkling
Bark of white birches full of dark eyes, branches’ long shadows genuflect at the precipice of night. I imagine birds huddled, if not amorous at least forgetting their mission. The ground is crusted...
View ArticleSmall Stone 12
Twice today I heard references to graves and mortality on the radio. Both times I thought of my mom, who is 78, and felt a mix of dread and deep sadness. It’s winter. It’s cold. Can we please talk...
View ArticleSix and Twenty Blackbirds
Six and Twenty Blackbirds Flecks of ink in bare trees, blackbirds haunt the schoolyard. Swings hang red, plastic-still over untroubled snow, silence. We pretend we have answers, but blame, like birds’...
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