RSS Feed


Clearing out the old, a bit of magazine housekeeping. This found poem, composed of phrases from an article about baseball in an airline in-flight magazine and, from a fashion magazine, a makeup article about Kate Winslet.

Show up.
It’s not going to be perfect right away
Picture all those collisions
with the old guard
with the last year
the roots are too heavy.
You are always Trying
with stolen faces
tubes of lipstick
and family money.
Just stop.
Go back to the beginning
feel the night
how it softens
past Time
how it opens itself
to darkness. Perfect.
There is no such thing
as Finished.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

A Hundred Falling Veils

there's a poem in every day

The Novel Bunch

aka: The Happy Bookers

Red Wolf Prompts

I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"

typewriter rodeo

custom poems on vintage typewriters

A Poet in Time

One Poet's Writing Practice

Writing the Day

A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014

Invisible Horse

Living in the moment

%d bloggers like this: