Yesterday’s pre-reading workshop was about death. This is the poem I wrote. I don’t have to think about that last day anymore the ache in my knees reminds me every morning that you have gone Lately, I smell candles wherever I go though your matches are largely unstruck The cat is used to me now [...]
After a couple of days of distractions (I finally allowed myself to get an inexpensive digital recorder that has more capabilities than my phone), here is a 2-for-1: a pair of new bookstore poems. Bookstore Poem #572 If you think you understand without savouring the mystery you don’t get me * * * * Bookstore [...]
