The earthworms are white with water retention / after a heavy rain…
“To write is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly. ”
“To write is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly. ”
All in Poetry
a bird’s beak knocking on a nearby tree, last drips of precipitation landing dull but satisfied on the soaked tops of leaves…
Last night the new moon broke open across my shoulders. / Then dawn came through the trees / in pinpoints of varying sizes / like starlight glowing among the leaves.