A poem like a shade of red
A half-time hermit’s simple discovery: spending time in the bush, away from connections—cyber and social—partially detached, (are you thinking unhinged?) allows...
Category: Poetics
A sabbatical sigh
“In lethargy I revise myself. I loiter in the lily’s canal." -Rodney Jones There is a sky-yellow blanket around my shoulders. I sit cross-legged on t...
Tethered adrift
Tied to a chrome poll outside the high window a small white dog yawns, waits in its purple collar. Its grey face turns here and there in short starts—every one ...