Digging A Whole
The spade cuts into the earth, a clean sharp cut that reveals the dirt under the grass. It’s soft, which is going to make this easier. It’s never that easy. How do they always forget that they are having holographic maps of…
Month: January 2021
making poetry
you are making food i’m making poetry small sandwiches that people won’t have to choke down dreams condensed into language and given wings in the mind’s eye of yourself and the hearts of others it is a gift to you both butterfly…
The Year Starts
There is a weird leap to try and erase the previous year when a new one comes around and pretend that there is a blank slate being drawn upon; like we have hit a Star Trek reset button. There is no tabula rasa…