People who rise in darkness A poem by Joe Cottonwood People who rise in darkness From the street long agoyou see glow of windowsfrosty and foggyas you toss a roll of news. You’re just a kid breathing clouds into the airbut... Continue Reading →
This A poem by Joe Cottonwood This Quail Court is a manicured plot where dwells a schoolteacher named Jane who this once in the entire span of our lifetimesI meet for a few minutes in her bungalow offlamboyant art, orchids in pots. Jane outlines... Continue Reading →
Book Review - Foggy Dog - Poems of the Pacific Coast by Joe Cottonwood #bookreview #amreading #books #booklovers #bookclub #poetry
Things He Can Do Which I Can't He can make a knife out of cardboard and a clothespin. With wood scraps he can build a death-ray gun. A banana is a telephone. The floor is burning hot lava. The furniture,... Continue Reading →
Carpenter Sunrise From my window I see branches dripping gray fog. I face a long day heaving heavy boards, testing my brittle back, glasses wet with sweat, porcupine fingers bristling splinters, shaping lumber with a clear heart. +++++++ Carpenter, carpenter,... Continue Reading →
My Little Town In my little town dogs sleep on the street and act affronted when you drive on the bed. My little town allocates resources in proportion to priorities. We have one school two churches and three bars. The... Continue Reading →
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