On Writing

#NPM22 – The Intimacy of My First Live Poetry Reading In Two Years & The Intimacy of Picnics

The Intimacy of My First Live Poetry Reading in Two Years electric yowzawild heart bangingthroat drummingthe words the words parading off the pageinto the air – marchingon shoulders, dancing oncheeks, the eyes hotwith emotionthe words the words rooting out of my bodyanchoring me homein that room, making roomfor language to zingthe words the words purpose… Continue reading #NPM22 – The Intimacy of My First Live Poetry Reading In Two Years & The Intimacy of Picnics

On Writing

#NPM22 – The Intimacy of Smelling Flowers & The Intimacy of the Dog Under the Table

The Intimacy of Smelling Flowers The leaning inface to flowerthe yellow dust of pollenmaybe ants squirmingin bursts of bloomingthe nose contactpetal kissesthe scents openingsenses – the delightof stopping The necessity of connection The Intimacy of the Dog Under the Table For Cyndi I am up before the birdsshe follows, jowls still heavy with sleephips rocking… Continue reading #NPM22 – The Intimacy of Smelling Flowers & The Intimacy of the Dog Under the Table