Breathing together are the wind with the length of the day; The warmth of the past season is transpiring as the warm Of the evening, becoming lengthy by each passing eve. The skin fair has started to be tanned where the mid-day sun Touches; the naked unguarded portion of the body. Who is there to…… Continue reading April

A Summer Morning Pentatonic

Things Needed for Repairing the Nest Last Saturday, the two had sat on the electric wire. Distance between them was grabbing attention in the night halogened darkness. Their nest had been damaged by the twin evening storms. This morning the male crow working on the nest again while female crow awaits on another branch dancing…… Continue reading A Summer Morning Pentatonic


National Poem Writing Month 2018 Day#23: Today… Kate Greenstreet’s poetry is spare, but gives a very palpable sense of being spoken aloud – it reads like spoken language sounds. In our interview with her, she underscores this, stating that “when you hear it, you write it down.” Today, we challenge you to honor this idea with a poem…… Continue reading Fossil

Mango Pickle (& a) Poem

  We had a talk a few days back not long ago From poem to summer to pickle out of mango.   Curson blinking. (What do you have to create me, asking.) Words, city, life, broken heart, Thoughts, blue, issues that hurt Night, dawn, unfulfilled aspiration Passerby persons, good inspiration. Summer rapidly, by episodes, rising Mango…… Continue reading Mango Pickle (& a) Poem