Dark bark striated trunk branches threaded with telephone wire. Red-and-green buds swell, open into pink blossoms. Thousands of powder puffs erupt like popcorn. Stark sticks vanish in a cotton candy cloud.
Time is an attic full of curious shapes preserved until the moving van returns. Then I must choose again what I will keep and what to leave behind. This cardboard box contains the meaning of my life so far collected thoughtfully against the time I might detect a trend from yesterdays. Before I throw it … Continue reading Jigsaw Puzzle
I tried using the new Gutenberg editor. Like the old editor, it does not allow me to copy from my inventory of formatted poems, so I must retype them one line at a time. Also, the new editor ignores SHIFT-ENTER and inserts blank lines where they do not belong. As a result, I am back … Continue reading January Thaw