Thank you Sanctuary magazine for including my latest untitled poem in this month’s issue!
April is National Poetry Month
Tag: poem
Poetry: 12.20 / untitled
Five-minute Poem 6.2016
There’s a breeze in the air
and big flowering bushes are taking over the sidewalks
much to everyone’s glee,
as they peruse the outdoor menus and those windows-full of over priced, raw cotton caftans.
Normal June, plain-old-tourist town. Nothing has changed as the season rolls in.
The world is churned-out, wobbling on its axis. We’re dizzied by death and think pieces.
But the breeze in the Berkshires still blows.
wall pockets
(C) jcs 2006
Breaking down the ash and rock
existing now just to hinder and trip.
With a pick, with an axe, with a torch —
Laying at the table the practical,
pulling from grey matter fantastical;
switching the spoils from hand to hand,
weighing, comparing, flinging over the fence
little flecks, little specks, the occasional bright bauble
in an effort to winnow, to burrow, and strike.
