Sharpened scissors trim frayed corners, Fitting into yesteryears, Pasting moments— Shades of Korean, German, English. Memory words bloom, No lightning strikes silent “e”s. Scissors can’t cut language stone Reforming like ebb and tide. I keep pasting— Fractions to whole to pieces. Blue keeps bleeding. Do not peel the corners Where winters sleep. Even scissors rest. … Continue reading Scissors
Ring of Fire 