On Writing

Poem 291 – The Ordinary & Last Day to Register for ‘Harvesting Time’ Virtual Workshop

The Ordinary It is truethese ordinary thingsthe desk lampthe folding tablethe mismatched cutleryheave home into my every day I may not take them with mebut their constant being gives me comfort These ordinary things…the brown roofthe molting porchthe tired front doorembrace me like shared skinit is true The extra in ordinary is the way itholds… Continue reading Poem 291 – The Ordinary & Last Day to Register for ‘Harvesting Time’ Virtual Workshop

On Writing

Do You Know How Many Socks?

Do you know how many socks I walk by? There’s one in the hallwayhalf-full of someone’s ghost footcurled in an awkward twist against the air return grate. Another, thinned from beinggripped and stretched between the dog’s teeth, lays like a jazzsinger over a piano, except the piano in this case is a dog bonepurple and orange, seconded constantly by… Continue reading Do You Know How Many Socks?