a question mark among unfinished foliage a conundrum on flowerless knees these ankles are hyperboles these elbows announce themselves with the urgency of clouds on a horseless afternoon after all it’s only rock ’n’ roll a cheshire cat and a moon playing ping pong with your eyes like two spoons waiting their whole lives for harvest
I apologize for not having published over the past few weeks. Life’s been busy, and if I’m to be honest, I haven’t been feeling particularly creative. I do, however, have one piece of news that’s worth sharing: I saw The Rolling Stones live when they played in Charlotte last week…which has been the highlight. I also saw Lindsey Buckingham the week before, and if you’ve been following this blog for awhile, you know what a big fan I am of his. He was phenomenal, but The Stones–well, that was likely once in a lifetime.
Anyway. For the first time in awhile, I was delighted to wake up and find myself in a poetic mood this morning. This poem shares its title with–and was partially inspired by– a collage I created recently, but which I don’t feel is good aesthetic fit for this post. That said, I wanted to include it here, just in a less prominent way.
I’ve been having fun with some cabinet cards I picked up at a local antique store, an old Grey’s Anatomy book, and a vintage field guide to birds of North America. I also picked up an old pocket guide to fish on the same trip, which is proving useful for a few works currently in progress.
If you enjoy my poetry, you can find my latest chapbook, Has Had Paradise, on Etsy. Twenty of my best poems. Bound by hand to order.