old brown shoes

old brown shoes    wonder the eyes that kneel in mud. wonder the eyes of a moth eatinglight. or sky and sea as the far albatross stitches by feather thumbs. one truth in simple dirt. one reason for elemental light. and faith will now including doubt, climbing into the tree of lies. notice how light [...]

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letter to William Stafford

letter to William Stafford   Dear Bill, How long’s it been?  Sorry I missed you last time around.  Suppose you’re still writing there, just like you always do, granddaughter or not nibbling at your toes, adoring you, eating your attention just like pie.  Funny how she stole herself into the early dawn, you in your writing time, suddenly [...]

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shoes

s h o e s   some shoes, like summer feet, those I don’t want to wear, not close on me. some shoes, slight more than whisper feet, gone before even one lace is pulled.     some shoes commune with spider secrets behind closet doors,   not knowing how their being is, ignored or [...]

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No poet here

No poet here I am a man who writes poems. That’s fair to say, but not much more. I am a man who wakes, goes to work four or five days a week. Usually. Usually Sunday to church. I do chairs. I eat my dinner at my desk. I like eating but it don’t much [...]

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Gardens and knees (napowrimo#04)

read write poem   napowrimo #04 prompt by Nelle Lytle inside out In our case, writing inside out (or outside in) means setting your physical or metaphorical inner bits out of doors,  to be walked around and looked at from odd angles, as if they were monuments or mailboxes (as an example).  Or it could be transforming [...]

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