by Kenneth Rexroth
mind spelunking
a place to stand
I don't see things as they are
Find me something that floats alone, in stillness.
for all is pulled by the current of story.
Once, long ago, we decided this would be how we bring it with us.
The story was a way to meaning
Never asking, and yet we answer.
but we are in the river, too
and I never learned how to swim upstream.
Desire & Confusion
which doesn't mean they don't know, in their own way
a balm
covered with stars
my first poem
Circa 2000
Layerless
Call of the Sea by Carole Rosenstein
From my Grandma’s “A ‘Little Book’ of Verse”, a collection of Carole Rosenstein’s poems from her teens/early twenties that was posthumously compiled by my aunt.
Still by A.R. Ammons
some tides
Memory Lane by Sarah Wheeler
Submission for Button Poetry Video contest. Poetry by Sarah Wheeler (www.sarahwheelerpoetry.com/) and visuals by Sarah and myself.