January 2012
10 posts
I haven’t written a single poem in months. I’ve lived humbly, reading the paper, pondering the riddle of power and the reasons for obedience. I’ve watched sunsets (crimson, anxious), I’ve heard the birds grow quiet and night’s muteness. I’ve seen sunflowers dangling their heads at dusk, as if a careless hangman had gone strolling through the gardens. September’s sweet dust gathered on the...
