OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Spring
- Horoscope
- If poetry is the shadow
- Interstitial
- Runic
- (poem removed by author)
- Interruptions of the actual
- Small fires
- Politic
- [poem temporarily hidden by author]
- [poem temporarily hidden by author]
- Bell Jar
- Retablo
- Hello, hello
- Vectors
- (poem removed by author)
- The Momentary
- Lessons in complexity
- Agape:
A spit of rain, a shine
of metal in the middle of the desert—
Oasis of an idea the mind will trudge
all night to, for its promise: cleft
that opens in the rock at the touch
of the lips, with each finger’s
compressed longing.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.