Tag Archives: Roethke

closets

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

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What was Lost

With Margo at PoMoSco, day 24. Process: I removed adjectives, and prepositions.

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Windward

(a found poem blown from Theodore Roethke’s ‘Words for the Wind’) . Bees and lilies there were; thought does not crush to stone. I hate my epidermal dress. …………..Kiss me, ashes, I’m falling through a dark swirl. (Slow swings the … Continue reading

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