12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

a cool place on which to tread

she left on the ground only a shadow a cool place on which to step a waiting place in the shade a note of passing identity hanging on threads the … Continue reading

January 17, 2016 · Leave a comment

April 30 – last day. camp stories.

Yes, it’s last day of the poetry writing month but I think I’ll just keep going while the muse is ladling out her stuff. It never feels like a sentence … Continue reading

April 30, 2013 · Leave a comment

• Week 44 • Sapphic Stanza •

whenever the red golds of poetry toyed with strange tides that unfurled, lifted the air’s tight feathers, when abstract thought was always ever a place of comfort that stitched meaning … Continue reading

November 29, 2012 · Leave a comment

• Week 40 • Italian Octave •

The Muse The muse has been salted for colder days no space in tight corridors to cellar her rhymes or image flasburns; the teller of tales nailed fast. Metaphor strays … Continue reading

October 16, 2012 · Leave a comment

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