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there are suddenly eggplants on the ground ripening too heavy for the bush pericardium spun into a shoestring wove blood from a dried riverbed would stray hairs collected for nine months line a nest? and she is screaming how am … Continue reading
14.3.2025 22:00Hastening<!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>A gorgeous and meditative piece. I can hear how the "rusty swing chains creek..." I can hear the poet's "sisters calling..." Amazing grace and beauty. More from this poet, please!</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph -->
14.3.2025 16:14Comment on Priorities by Mary Alice Dixonreams of paper sit unopened – I plan a visit, hope we’ll see one another, write a second poem instead of a letter. rusty swing chains creak house fades moldy grey – no spirits come out to greet me. I’ve been … Continue reading
14.3.2025 16:00Prioritiesno junipers full of tiger wings empty feeders in sideways winds creak we keep vigil for redbirds wait for spring kites to catch in our limbs expose our roots to fresh air so our views don’t wither and shrink gather … Continue reading
14.3.2025 10:00CongregationIn another version, a knapsack is emptied on cathedral steps: a book’s broken spine makes its soft declaration. For a last meal, a soldier’s widow pawns her library, her back sloped beyond a future tense. A boiled egg for supper. … Continue reading
14.3.2025 04:00A widow’s tale<!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>intriguing, deep interiority</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph -->
14.3.2025 02:16Comment on Steam by practicallygenuine8b70493e17I didn’t die—just got lucky. So many did; I can’t say why. A win on a needle’s edge, a sigh like steam. On the soft sofa I once sought, the past still lingers. Kiminobu Kakuta lives in Tokyo.
13.3.2025 22:00SteamI remember the summer seasons before the war in the Balkans. There’s something about innocence and ignorance in preteens’ years, a fine line, at times hard to distinguish. I was still young enough to be naive about the world. Every … Continue reading
13.3.2025 16:00The Days of Yore<!-- wp:paragraph --> <p><strong>Well-crafted deep thoughts.</strong></p> <!-- /wp:paragraph -->
13.3.2025 15:08Comment on Death Watch by practicallygenuine8b70493e17<!-- wp:paragraph --> <p><strong>A serene marvelous poem. Bravo!</strong></p> <!-- /wp:paragraph -->
13.3.2025 15:02Comment on Just by practicallygenuine8b70493e17in the Westward window, the moss-bundled branches intersect the stillness of the sky. beauty is not scarce—it lives in the two-portion pasta water; in the back-to-back toothbrush holders; the tinge of steaming espresso aroma in biting, beautiful winter; the candid … Continue reading
13.3.2025 10:00JustAmazing poem
13.3.2025 07:05Comment on Death Watch by starfishspookyc5be24da9fwe wonder how we will make it as we fall into the path muddied by canine footprints newly fallen leaves a yellow topping on the black pavement the morning mist crowds my thoughts leaves softly falling on the cold concrete … Continue reading
13.3.2025 04:00Death Watchis whisper in the wind as my daughter, born over 40 years ago tells me to listen to the snow quietly falling now. We fall on our backs into fresh snow listen as the soft flakes kiss our faces, the … Continue reading
12.3.2025 22:00What shall beHe always sits at the bus stop. From 3 PM to 4 PM, without fail, he walks the same road to the same bench and sits. And from 3 PM to 4 PM, without fail, I stand beside him, waiting … Continue reading
12.3.2025 16:00The Bus StopGreat poem
10.3.2025 10:46Comment on Midnight Inventory by johnholding13<!-- wp:paragraph --> <p><strong>Remarkable twist of the classic myth. Very witty.</strong></p> <!-- /wp:paragraph -->
10.3.2025 08:22Comment on Atlas, Rewritten by practicallygenuine8b70493e17Am I the only one who gets aroused by poems?
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