Even broken strings on an old broken guitar sing in deep repose;
the memory thrums - the hand strums an architecture of notes
Somewhere, that familiar song still plays in a broken key; its resonance, floats
for #OpenWrite
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Even broken strings on an old broken guitar sing in deep repose;
the memory thrums - the hand strums an architecture of notes
Somewhere, that familiar song still plays in a broken key; its resonance, floats
for #OpenWrite
Inked words stumble on the page
What I mean to say is that a poem takes shape different on paper than a screen —
I am forever in revision in the words in-between
for #ds106 Daily Create (handwritten poem) https://flic.kr/p/2rhm1cK
Finally: heat breaks; we cool off with our eyes closed, drinking in the air
Her response levies passionate fireworks and exclamation points
A doorway, opened rather unexpectedly - the tongue constructs a map of the space between where words escape, our stories
(post-tooth extraction poem)
Night's tidal currents push and pull the shifting sands; sculptures by morning
Heaven Help Us: There Are Rivers In The Sky - Signs Of Life - Atmosphere Belonging
Book Spine Poetry for #ds106
The land drinks quick of the water gift of clouds; its parched lips, glisten
Fingertips dipped in silver nitrate; indelible ink
like shadows of the poems we think we'd written but left forgotten;
I'm tracing your lines across time to see what rhymes and what does not
for Tellio
Framed with the sunrise: a cow in a pasture field, ambling onward