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Winter wind, whipping through fields – a storm's been brewing: panic on the loose

Beneath snow, ice — an invisible layer of danger

Tread carefully where nature is known to harden in form

We wander this world always on the edge of collapse

for #OpenWrite

A smile, etched in snow, a gesture to let you know there's love in the world

Worse than silence, the tenor sax sounds wounded, like an old cat in the corner of a room - out of tune and out of sorts – my breath, of course, out of sync with its notes: it's broke but can be fixed; it's this I think about in the days it lays open on the workshop table, the technician like surgeon taking my Martin apart – reduced to pads and keys and levers and springs – things just scattered about - piece by piece by piece, until that moment of re-connection, when repairs have been complete

for #OpenWrite about healing and hurt (Martin is a brand of tenor saxophone)

Deep in the pockets of my uncle's overcoat, an old note, he wrote

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