I don’t have an August garden and it’s too hot to weed Crease the leaves moisten your cracked lips there are no silk worms and we aren’t in the mythic forest the garden hose is kinked it frustrates the spray that can’t wash dusty cars, abandoned to bird shit and road tar. All those tender [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Wordle poems’
a Wordle poem for Big Tent Poetry
Pattern Language She can’t push herself far enough ….. to see. O futile bed clothes: get up, grind beans, make a pot The pattern is there, under foot …..pieces of crumpled fabric, rags braided into mountain ranges Proof that beauty is revealed ….. 30,000 feet above and serpentine threaded rivers are silvered tinctures She fondles [...]
Talking to the past is as good as reading fiction
Talking to the past is as good as reading fiction My hand is tethered to vellum and stained a favored drawing ink: sepia. New is old and old is renewed. Scars are imprinted on so many onion skins — a bibliography was consulted. (But the wrong records were retained.) Fold my fingers over yours — [...]
