What Happens When I Buy A Journal For My New Poetry They’re in me nowSmart Kempe Plath EchlinFour storms of weathering behind my kneecaps – shyBut curious, changing my gaitThey do thatExtraordinary womenDive inside meOlympians of wordsI’m a country they take overSoon we will all be biting goldRevelling in each other’s linguistic personal bests
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Poem 215 – Questions About Words
Questions about words Sometimes when I say a word out loudover & overit stops making sense at allbecomes a slew of soundsmy tongue litters out & my brainleaves on the ground a verbal garbage Is there a word for this?When a word stops being a word & becomes asoundscape? Certain words just do not stay… Continue reading Poem 215 – Questions About Words
Poem 214 – Seized, a haibun
Seized, a haibun The used IBM typewriter sat likea black jagged hill of possibilitieson the coffee table My fingertips tingled just being near itthe deep scent of dust & technologyhung around it like a halo I leaned down & gently pressedmy pointer finger onto the ‘I’ Nothing happened exceptimmoveable denial which issomething “It seized,” he… Continue reading Poem 214 – Seized, a haibun
Poem 213 – Yoke & August Hours at Gertrude’s Writing Room
Yoke From yewg: to uniteWe can bear this weight of losstogether – plow love *The first week of August we're closed for film camp! See you soon!
