poetry
Sunday
The parliament of warblers is punishing me again and so I am pretending to sleep to punish them back.
Poetry
Written work in the poetry category.
poetry
Sunday
poetry
The Beginning of a Story, Told by Rocks in a Stream
Man carries his son. Both carry hats: russet leather cowboy, scarlet cotton Spiderman. Spitting Horse carries them all, casting settled dust into wind. Sun sneaks up on the backs of their necks. No surprise. Empty Road d…
poetry
Prodigy
Y Who knew we’d forget the sound of a schoolbell ring before the day was even done. G And my elementary school classmates stopped yelling No pictures! at parents and strangers I I woke up today and learned I’m no longer…
poetry
Under the Fig Tree
But what of after-spring who delights in neither newness nor its crisp descent? Honey, suckled every last drop a tight-throated memory of two gaunt hummingbirds. Dry season again this year: no water, no fruit. Broad gree…