And Now a Word from Our Sponsors


We cover howling maps with our still
small silence. Draw me a rift, Love. A

split more break than broken, less salt
than sorrow. Are we lost? Draw the sky,

a scrim across our scars, a cast iron lid
over all this troubled boil. There’s a little

food for thought in the thrum of voice,
the movement of lung and tongue and

wind. We’ve been waiting for a rearview
mirror spin, a bold sun new beginning.




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9 Responses to And Now a Word from Our Sponsors

  1. annell4 says:

    Love the “lung and tongue and wind,” (creates songs to be sung) really works well, I enjoyed reading it.

  2. colonialist says:

    A lot of food for thought packed into those ten lines, and not one of the given words creeps in apologetically.

  3. 1sojournal says:

    A beautiful piece of writing. You literally dance with these words. Brava!


  4. Victoria says:

    Love the word scrim. So visual it makes me NEED to use it in a poem. Great choice of title.

  5. othermary says:

    Wow – I love this. Your word choice is superb. Do you ever read your work aloud? I just love the sound of this.

  6. Pamela says:

    Wow! That is friggin’ gorgeous.


  7. I love the idea of being able to draw the sky and use it to cover the ugly, troubled things. A lovely, fanciful image.

  8. oldegg says:

    I must agree this read very well indeed.

  9. Jae Rose says:

    The movement of lung and tongue – what great way of describing comes from much deeper inside..may that sun come..

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