The Best I Heard
I need a break from all the ennui and angst The man said as he careened out of the poetry reading and into the street. Much to be said for this observation; many hearts-on-tatted sleeves last night.
On Waking Saturday Morning
The muddle of newsy news snapped off and the flush of air elbowed its force thru the ducts, spilling chill into the room and then sighed and quieted Quiet now, I wondered what the doctor meant when he told me I had a very small cervix.
Musings on Musings and James T.
Poetry has recently insinuated itself into my life. Been reading some, particularly James Tate and Tracy K. Smith. Which, with a surge of working in the studio with the Dark Matters series, teased out some words of my own. So, periodically I will be sharing some that I’ve written. In the interim, seeking a means […]