Broken teeth and second-degree burns (A poem)

A pantoum inspired by physical sensations and the occasional mind-body struggle. When it feels as though my teeth are about to shatter and the hot and cold shoot down to the pit of my stomach I have to remember that mere physical sensations aren’t supposed to matter Steady concentration is supposed to put me back on [...]

Whirlwind tour (A poem)

Back to the pantoum again. (Note that, although there is an actual word, carbonnade, that refers to Flemish beef stew, carbonade in this poem is a made-up word.) What from the carbonade tempts you to follow at such close distance when fifty percent don’t know who sent you enough to care about your view askance to follow at [...]