by Michael Manerowski
I am thinking of you
as cars and trucks pass
by my window
I am thinking
of you
as cars and trucks pass
by my window
I am thinking
of you
Language Trouble
by Richard Schiffman
Your silence resonates in my belly
like ice crackling on a winter lake,
a trigger’s click, the report of a rifle
in the woods, a fog horn moaning
in the pea soup distance.
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Invocation with Red Sails
by Anne McCrary Sullivan
Hōkūle’a, teach me how to be on the dark sea
without a chart, clouds obscuring stars.
Teach me how to hold back panic, read the waves.
Teach me to trust the ancestors, who knew more
than I yet know how to know. Continue reading
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Jet Lag
by J. Tarwood
Slowly sandy-eyed,
I wait out mist
rising in my head:
Time left behind
is after me still.
Filed under Poetry
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