Tagged: poem
looking up at the
looking up at the
homing pigeons, a windowsill
of herbs vie for light
.
20220119:2041
y
on a spectrum of
on a spectrum of
seen to unseen, some prefer
the luxury of
choosing what to unsee while
insisting on being seen
.
20220118:2107
y
simple messages
simple messages
are easily co-opted
whether we mean to
or not – carve out the space to
interrogate intentions
.
20220117:1248
y
the dry cleaners on
the dry cleaners on
the corner of montrose and
bushwick is long gone,
a bodega moves in, across
from and next to still others
.
20220116:2127
y
even holly seizes
even holly seizes
the occasion
in the middle of
winter to catch
snowflakes on her
tongue,
stretching her neck
towards the sky
.
20220115:2005
y
the moon is often
the moon is often
some kind of surprise – hung slightly
askew by the night
attendant, left to slowly
fade, then reappear elsewhere
.
20220114:1941
y
not having enough
not having enough
hot chocolate to survive
another snowstorm –
first world problems in the nth
degree, buried in disregard
.
20220113:2011
y
the trick is to tuck
the trick is to tuck
the new moon in the crook of
a tree, with enough
room to grow and coverage to be
nurtured into a guiding light
.
20220112:2045
y
there will come a time
there will come a time
when we will be separated
by a pandemic
says no one ever, shouting in
a crowded karaoke bar
.
20220111:2024
y
in the middle of
in the middle of
winter, we worry about
overheating, fire
hazards, and we pray we don’t freeze,
huddled under the same roof
.
20220110:1834
y
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