The press for place I was working to understand that gravity that works both unseen and seen at funerals, giving way here to other direction, to other courts of madness, other losses dwelt on. ++++++++++But, then, place is found within.... Continue Reading →
Every Sunday we serve up a buffet of inspiration to spark some creation. We also hope you’ll share your own dishes with us. Poets are invited to post one of their own poems in the comment section. Something sparked by or... Continue Reading →
Wise Tailor Eating alone again I work my way down the sizes in my closet Make regular trips to the tailor To have waistbands taken in When I walk in with you The tailor assures me, “Should you need it,... Continue Reading →
My minimalized uterus A tower ahead steering me towards the dead A little shuttle locks the path I am dying here Sitting wealthy in the airport’s waiting area I will bleed to death Leaving nothing but my minimalized ++++++++++uterus ... Continue Reading →
Not on a Leash Grief cannot be trained to sit and stay or walk beside you on a leash. When a door is left ajar, it dashes out to lead you on a game of hide and seek. Grief will... Continue Reading →
Poem One: Sea Glass Shades of green, amber, milky white smooth, mysterious bits of tumbled glass. Whose hands held you to their lips? Touched where? A long time ago. Poem Two: Recluse Dune shack dweller these many years... Continue Reading →
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