This is Not a Poem
“This is not poetry!”my son shoutsthe darkness of his eyesswimming in outrage Because I can’t just arrangewords on the pageto make pretty shapesthe words have …
“This is not poetry!”my son shoutsthe darkness of his eyesswimming in outrage Because I can’t just arrangewords on the pageto make pretty shapesthe words have …
It’s October againFrock-toberShock-tober We’re stripping back layersAnd staring, surprised, at each otherin the sunshineHow did we get here?If you had asked me(you should have asked …