Drifting keys (A poem)

Sometimes instruments go out of key… When the key drifts in and out I get confused I don’t know whether I should be worried or annoyed or impressed by the persistence of someone who keeps on going long after the guitar has gone out of tune After all, what is that based on— scales set [...]

Urban pillow fort (a poem)

The January 6th prompt in The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to ‘[w]rite a poem that begins with the image of a stone, then add at least five of these words to it: kamikaze, landslide, spill, bridge, vaccine, read, red, hollow, mismatch, tilt, freeway, pillow, harmonica, fairy shrimp.’ (I skipped the ‘extra credit’ part, [...]