A place to gather words before they get lost.
Inks of rain; Life, described, then realigned - fits between lines in unanimous silence; Choose a word, then a moment, to edit, design, distribute, as nothing burns outside our bodies: poetry as broken intimacy
An etheree mirror poem for #OpenWrite using Vintage Vanity by Terrance Hayes as foundational text https://poets.org/poem/vintage-vanity
A grove of saplings on the edge of the forest pines for days to come
Secret: make a song, gold-woven with shadows
My fingers play you, gently,
a blanket, blue like silver
I sing and in my heart
I shelter you, secretly
a blackout/found poem for #openwrite Original Source: Secret by Gwendolyn B. Bennett https://flic.kr/p/2qLRDgD
Some days start in dark, a blank slate on which to write in hope of the light
A tranquility settles in, while wandering where river meets rock
A mending, in part, starts with the heart, then expands into love, with words
Every time he tunes, the blackbird's singing, taking his guitar in flight
the cupboard is bare
bracing for effect: dangerous
cutting and cutting and cutting
found poem from the front page of the Daily Hampshire Gazette
Just a bit of wind dancing on the ocean's edge; a heron in flight
Deep in ground, rooted, the carrot bides its time, waiting for an orange shine