Contemporary Poems
Tough as Crust When I spoke the other day, at first, you just turned away. It was rather abrupt. And I noticed. And I thought, perhaps, it was an errant twitch in the neck. Rather, I hoped. But that’s okay. They were words matching a melody only a songbird could dreamed up. …
Biblical I never quite caught on to this day. Like, what to do with all this space that surrounds? I stand on observant ground. Slow rolling grasses. Green and brilliant. Delicate and riotous in color, or quiet sound. Like the sound of limbs moving or a hinged jaw with a gulping …