any acorn can A poem by Alan Gann any acorn canfalleasiest thing in the worldletting go can be hard but once you dogravity does all the workso any acorn cantake rootgather water and sunlightand grow ring by ring until itcasts... Continue Reading →
Who Decides by Alan Gann Orange juice is orange, grape flavored Juicy Fruit is purple. Lemon-yellow cough drops, strawberry lipstick red— I get it, but who decided my mint chocolate-chip ice cream should be St. Patrick’s Day shamrock, Three Mile... Continue Reading →
Identification by Alan Gann Terns do not twist and dive to unheard ballets— sense of self-worth does not hinge on daily review of their performance. Elegant heron does not pose to aid my meditation, summer goldfinches do not flash their... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 