I am in here.
Well, I am getting the poems, many of them, nicely settled into their new home on a night kitchen. The ones that are already here in the “my poems” section of the blog will stay here as well. Poems can bilocate. That is something that is fascinating to me this early in the morning. Yes, … Continue reading How the new poem home is coming along
My friend Cathy has mentioned to me that my poems seem to be very well hidden on this blog. This was not my purpose. To fix the problem, I am giving them a new home on their very own blog: a night kitchen. The site gets its name from its very first post. Thus, I … Continue reading In which the poems get their new home
Calendars run too slow to wear on your wrist You’d have to hold too still Don’t move your arm or the sun won’t fall just right, and it has to — The world will be disjointed if you move, the page not wide enough to hold what it must — The page flips every thirty … Continue reading [calendars]
About to dump yet another poem on y’all, but I can’t think of a good title for it. Sorry about that. I hate trying to make up a title for a poem, and naming them something like “Untitled #43” — like you see on some hopeful paintings in galleries — looks like they didn’t even … Continue reading I hate titles
white pebble 