Friday, May 27, 2011

Stopwatch. Does every poem have a stopwatch as part of its internal anatomy?

The larger question being -- does language know when to stop and watch? Yes.


Fruit needs the harvester, the hungry mouth to say it's enough. Birds do nicely, too.


A tried-and-true recipe for poets at open mics.

1 comment:

  1. Got one in my drawer

    Two ladies in the moonlight, discussing what's next
    Two carriages waiting in the snow
    Two horses breathing heavy
    The winter sky a digression--
    but the echoes across a jagged river
    say summer's far away, bright lights,
    rattling bridges, the late night settling in--

    give up that imagined longing, that patchy pair of jeans

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