Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Five: The last time I went there

Fifth poem of the day. The green fields I see out the window always remind me of earlier travels It doesn’t matter that I have not seen them before I think the color is enough to spark the memory Farmlands punctuated by electrical towers always let me know where I am on the journey The buildings [...]

Archaeology (a poem)

I had no idea where that first line was going to go when it popped into my head… The lake in the mirror a faraway place dark around the edges quiet, but no balm to the system empty of something vital separate from reality Spaces red spaces blue spaces aground beneath dirt mounds from long [...]