Other Tongues
my words are unravelled by wind shaken into sentences by a bluster of firs and I find myself hyphenated in a landscape never seen before here commas are more than rivers colons rise in fountained geysers while I paragraph between sand-dunes run from one period to the next semi- the next semi- who or what? rain sprays the land with brackets until I am italicized past retrieval and must return to the first word I spilled into the...
Read MoreDried Herbs
she catches the moment of herbs moon-high or tide-low picks their fragrancies leaves them drying in the dark before they can blossom into streams of sunlit dust their patterns of wait droop wither crumble retaining through dormancy echoes of last year’s flower Passion...
Read MoreSunflowers (Triolet)
blue sky folds into grey shadow while neon signs brightly glitter a singer’s voice fades to low blue sky folds into grey shadow the diners get ready to go and the air becomes acrid, bitter blue sky folds into grey shadow while neon signs brightly glitter Wild Transitions...
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