Unrest

This entry is part 14 of 40 in the series Pandemic Year

I get up and sit outside, waiting for a storm to clear the air, but nothing—just a flicker on the horizon now and then.

Poet Bloggers Revival Digest: Weeks 21-22

Despite the hiatus, this edition isn’t any longer than usual, but with twice as many posts to choose from, I think it might be one of the more compelling digests I’ve had the pleasure of assembling.

Mountain wedding

It may seem odd, me being a poet and all, that I hadn’t really given much thought to reading poetry at our wedding, but it was only on the day of our wedding that I mentioned to Rachel that I had a poem in mind to read, and it seemed that she did, too.

Thread

A slightly more experimental videopoem than usual: words mutating into other words while an annoyed porcupine communicates its displeasure by clacking its teeth.