While you are away
(You guys, I can’t think of a subtitle today. I guess that’s the subtitle.)
The World We Are
Poems--first drafts, super-old ones, and everything in-between.
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Back to blackberry picking
This is a--corrupted pantoum? An aberrant pantoum? A pantoum whose time has come? Nobody really knows.
Three orange things
Well, technically, two orange animals and a fire-orange sun.
This is how I imagine you leaving
A repost/revision for today: an abecedarian for my oldest daughter. (I didn't realize how much poetic license I took with the word "drone" until now. Oops! But I can't think of another "d" bee word.)
First aid for birds
A repost/revision for today. Until recently, I had no idea that ordinary people went around saving pigeons from digital amputation. How wonderful is that?
Freckle inspection
For small summer joys.
Good bad good bad good bad
This poem started with a prompt by Lisa Jensen over at Wild Ground (as many of my poems do).
After life
A repost/revision for today. I feel like I wrote this poem just a few months ago, but it's already been over a year. Time is so weird.
Another hometown poem
I like to keep my titles as scintillating as possible.
Hometown poem
"You can't go home again" apparently includes revising certain poems. Is it because they were written in a different time and might need to stay preserved there—fossils of a former life?