An itch between my toes
There are days I feel an itch between my toes as if webbing has begun to grow. There are days I feel my voice is sound of water splashing in […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Next stop des Moines
Our bus is a cocoon; united only few of us diverges into time and space. We ride a comet’s tail, we are encased inside a satellite. Light outside are planets; […]
A pale face
There is no memory quite as clear as the pale face swallowed by fog. Apple bloom crushed on wet pavement. An effort to write an imagist poem inspired by the […]
There is plenty to suck
The thin veneer of day, its light is scabs for scars, Its wind a paper wall for mares. The daylight is Pandora’s box, still closed. It’s a breath prepared for […]
Keyhole stories
So much is wasted, in breathless peeking through the keyhole at skin exposed in the unlit chamber with drawn curtains. When Susie prompt us to write about keyholes at toads […]
