Monthly Archives: April 2015
. deep in his left cheek, but then keep her far, far away. .
. Writing a poem backward for the last day of NaPoWriMo.
.. the one caught in heart and craw, the raw ache that takes your breath. bury it high in star- stung sky, let Orion belt- beat it to death. ..
(an American Sentence poem) . Dig this: the order of the words won’t matter in the end, period. .
.. Bury the red wheel barrow and the sweet cold plums and the first fig and the body electric and the road not taken and the sidewalk ending, the darkling thrush and the quoting raven and the caged and singing … Continue reading
. This night sky, falling. Orion’s loosing his belt. I give him five stars. . NaPoWriMo, day 29.
. When night holds syllables in a poem night hums: oh, this is poem …….syllables; When night holds syllables in the river night hums: oh, this is syllables of the river; When night holds ocean ………….syllables, night hums: This is … Continue reading
Skin’s the least of me. – Theodore Roethke .. it’s not easy to hacksaw a secret into 206 splinter-marrowed pieces, but she’s no stranger to per …………………………………-severance, naming each scrimshaw syllable ulna, tarsal, scapula, mandible. there’s a word for all … Continue reading
. Call her half -breed, destined to roam this earth in ink -y skin and feathers that cannot fly, three-fourths water and one-part land -ho, who knows, parts un -known, a hybrid fruit choking on its own stone. .. … Continue reading