It’s easy for her to get lost in stillness, before light sneaks between curtain and window, playing shapes on her bedroom walls. The softness of night can’t hold back day. She knows that. She hears the east wind pick up, as the sun spreads…
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Forest Spirit, Klickitat River, December 2018
How leaves lie around his house…placed, as if in a certain order. How the sky is colorless above his roof, matching the freeways. The only chance for him to see color and chaos is the sea But the ocean is forbidden inland,…
So true, so true Thinglewart is blue And who knew, who knew, what to do? For Thinglewart is a preposterous pest Indeed he wears a stiff, starched vest No stretchy, stretch for Thinglewart ever Just keeps on shoveling shit ‘til never ‘Til the sky…
Being poetic can be accidental However, Being a poet is no accident
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