The Blotting Paper
Luckily for me, The poet left wide margins on the page For me to scribble feverishly Notes, critiques, suggestions for improvements. A freshly sharpened Pencil Is exchanged for a Fine-tip Sharpie- The kind that bleeds Through the page– Inevitably reminding you, For years to come, That you should always, Under all circumstances, Have a ...
Kinfolk
Primped, fashioned and folded It’s all so romantic there With the dining room table adorned with bread hand kneaded from artisan flower, flickering candles, your intentionally mis-matched china, the hand picked flowers in mason jars All the while your sad antique typewriter looks longingly at you, Ignored since the day he was carefully positioned, at ...
One Block at a Time
Its one block on top of another These days It’s crawling Wishing I could walk Or wishing that I could be in some sunny Parisian square Basking in my own glory I don’t like to crawl And I don’t like to stack these damn blocks I’d rather build towers– I ...
