I return to the pages, To gather my pieces, Grinding time into shape— Somewhere a potter’s wheel Keeps turning. The air still trembles, As if it were pouring Something unnamed On a map of returning. Tangled, braided secrets And blank pages, And the revolving door. Bain-marie Keeps it warm.
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Words and Songs
I format the page when I think I have something to say— Worthy of the screen That wouldn’t mock. dismiss, Or turn me away. I juggle with a basket under my arm, Collecting words or songs— Joy, lament, silly and comical, Mine or others, Whatever life is made of. Pages spill over, margins claimed, Many … Continue reading Words and Songs
Ring of Fire 