Where There's Smoke

I hope the sun

warming my respite

ignites infinite 

dormant fuses

that have waited 

their turn to burn

everything down

including the smolder

in me

For Just One Word in the Imaginary Garden: DYNAMITE

This Week's Share

 

There’s lettuce in my coffee

as I navigate a volume

of produce from this week’s share

seven pounds to be exact

In a break from chopping kale

I learn that Donald Hall has died

Guess it’s not so surprising

I just then had been thinking

about what aging feels like

in the extremities to be exact

So let me raise this cucumber

to farms and poets and living

Honored that one of my poems is included in Silkworm 12, the annual review 

of Florence Poets Society. What a gorgeous volume, full of gorgeous poems! 

Florence Poets Society is such a warm and generous group, full of support and talent 

and inspiration. I'm grateful to our members, and to have a role in publishing Silkworm. 

(I'm the producer, behind the scenes.) Bravo for poetry!

No Further

As nights 

               are darker

  the hollow 

 between my hips

         grows sharper

everything 

    tastes bitter

              sounds minor

and I find

    I cannot write 

about the moon

 flowers

your hands 

 any longer

Commissioned Piece (Untitled) @mc__monster
Used with Permission

For Kerry’s Art Flash prompt: McMONSTER

I was trying for a 55 but got this done in 30.

Cracked

I leave
my night-window
cracked
to let
my dream-demon
out
Otherwise --

My son Jack drew my dream-demon.
Inktober prompt: CRACK 

Scraps

Found a scrap 

on which I had scribbled

    We must find

    your cheek color

    before the sun explodes

    so your shoes don’t melt

Color rises 

and my heart melts a little

with the earnestness

Maybe, MAYBE I’ll participate in Inktober this year!

My daughter is doing it. No promises, but this is for the prompt: MELT