office plant even the pebbles are plastic
poetry
Fellow Travelers
I have traveled across the midriff of america in semidarkness the windows closed so I cannot see what waters stretch
The setting sun fills the darkening blue-purple sky with pink and orange streaks, vivid enough to catch my attention through
in the train windowa flock of black birdsagainst the indigo skyand like ghost birdsthe reflections of streetlights
window seat
the shadow moves gently across the engine and I realize the plane is rocking very slightly as the captain’s hands
A few thoughts on ModPo
I was reluctant at first: A friend had taken the ModPo poetry course — twice — and she’s now pursuing an
Master class on prosody.
Vox just dropped a 12-minute master class on prosody featuring some amazing rap lyrics. Rhyme, beats, metrical motives … this
Blink, shimmer.
I made a short, clickable Tapestry story out of an old poem I wrote but had never published. I hope you like