Girl’s Feet

poet, artist find the space your place outside the race where mind goes empty ego floats to grace go there every day No matter what every day if only for a moment Go there Go there Go There now. Can you feel the earth? Her spinning rhythm? Feel your strong and...

These Words Me

I look forward to being dead. The¬†magic moment that poets— life’s awkwardly literate jesters— become instantly cool and wise: labels we just couldn’t live our way into. I look forward to seeing my life bookended, parentheses completed: Lori...

Help wanted: poet

Work begins with fed cat on the windowsill with butt in chair   Ears to be perpetually tuned to TWBS, the wind and bird station even during the big meeting especially within the mundane ¬† Good work for pirates with tied tongues and agile fingers who delight in...