A sun-drenched moment in the afternoon When the black eyes of the field light into a thousand candles, Sweaty and shining pure green, Illuminates my memory With thoughts of those who have come and gone. Ghosts walk between these trees Lingering, Stygian, tucked into shadows, into The space between the raindrops And the veined blooming leaves.…
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A Poem: Thirst
Never would Thoreau have thought That one day, the sight of a simple creek Would be so rare, so strange, so uncommon That it might bring tears to the eyes of a passer-by As I was. Thirsty, Awestruck by the green grass, the minnows flickering The crinkled sound of water dripping over grey rock A…
Read MoreIt’s Poetry Appreciation Month!
And that means we have to celebrate by pretending to like poetry for a little while, or by sharing our favorite poems, or poets, or at the very least talking about why we don’t like poetry, if that happens to be the case. I’ll be making a distinct effort to actually talk about poetry a few times during the…
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The Z-Axis 