Poem: A Pact by Sibyl James
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman. I have detested you long enough. I come to you as a grown child Who has had a pig-headed father. I am old enough now to make friends. - Ezra Pound A Pact I come to...
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Camp Indianola March Stare at a wall long enough and it reveals itself. The Flip Side of Camp Indianola (during sesshin) Doors open themselves and shut, invisible fingers rattling the knobs, the...
View ArticleRain Chain by Madelon Bolling
Rain Chain I don’t know how to write frost melting to drip gold, wink red, clear — pinging the bronze cups chained under eaves, enticing fall of cold-trapped water from air to earth because there never...
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