Sunday, June 26, 2011

Cracks. Honestly, what are the cracks in a poem?

Crevices. Fissures. Line breaks. Signature -- pen & dream. Frost & breath.



Honest cracks in food? Eggs & crackers, of course. Crackers of all stripes -- plain, seeded, herbed, wasabi.

1 comment:

  1. in the sidewalk, on the island

    crosses made of chalk and ginger
    ale, disastrous computation
    of lost ancestors,
    games of the children
    flights of their birds
    waving grasses near a bog
    and her hands, always moving
    through the ideas of summer
    as if hats flying off
    in a busy western square

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