THE OLD LADY DISCOVERS FACEBOOK
AND OFFERS A SORT OF APOLOGY
All you want to do
is touch. It used to be easy,
while winnowing grain or stalking beasts. 155 more words
5 days, 23 hours ago
(Transiting Exoplanet Survey Satellite)
She set aloft smooth on her slim white rocket
into the blue air above the sea,
the shape of fire around her like wings. 28 more words
6 days, 1 hour ago
No weather lasts forever.
Even this craziness, this winter
that doesn’t want to end.
The sun is still up there,
above the heavy clouds.
There are currants driving the winds. 124 more words
1 week, 2 days ago
Nie mój cyrk, nie moje małpy.
But this is my circus:
the bareback rider dancing in perfect balance
between the prancing horses,
the spangled artists on the flying trapeze. 77 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
~after a discussion with fellow poets about the uses of euphemism
If shit’s not a poetic word,
then how about excrete?
How else can one describe what’s left… 50 more words
2 weeks ago
BLACK CAT ZACH
I am the only one who spells
his name correctly: Zachariah.
He appreciates that, and rewards me
by losing hair on a patch of his belly, 43 more words
2 weeks, 5 days ago
WE HAVE NO WORD
. . . for that feeling when the car pulls away
carrying the children home and the house
is quiet again as it always is now… 102 more words