The smoke and the fire (A poem)

Technically, I wrote my Day 8 entry for National Poetry Writing Month yesterday, so here is a poem I wrote today. The smoke will rise in good time leaving ash and fragments of bone the proverbial trail of tears a regret or two and a reminder that everything ends The light will give it shape [...]

Tawaret, Lost (a poem)

Sometimes, I end up combining things… I I’ve seen the statue only a small piece remains Where did the rest go? The touch of a stranger’s hand brought me here to see what’s left II If I could trace the memory what shape would it take? Would I recognize it as something familiar or as [...]