Moving Words
I’m going to hop on this poem
let it move like a rhino
leather seat worn beyond years
eye of extinct planet
honk its horn contemporarily
tippity galumph.... Read more.
To the Coast
No longer narrow lanes
twisting through green hills of trees
frilly ripple of stream,
but a sharp exhalation
loud exclamation... Read more.
Survival
each footprint in the snow
is a stroke on the wall—
each move
contemplated
calibrated
painful to all joints—... Read more.