Last night’s PACKED #poetryparty house, panorama by Joshua Kristal.
This is me in all my post-performance glory!
I got both of my books signed, I got hugs from Tracy K. Smith AND Philip Levine, oh and I even got...
thorny fingers flick the flesh
and i have thought
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
and you’re there but i cannot touch you
i cannot touch you
“This — For the Moon — Yes?” by Carl Sandburg.
from Slabs of the Sunburnt West, published in 1922.
“The Sound of the Trees” by Robert Frost.
Mountain Interval, 1916.
Poem submission by Nichole Knabe
ocean skies that widen
with surprise
in a big way
like the earth splitting
at its seams
like girls with
unattainable
dreams
breaking at the joints
and the sensitive
points
and at her hips
the wide world ends
reality
bends
and sends him packing
because frankly
there are components she
is lacking
so she’ll have to recover
sometime in the morning
from learning that
most truths come
without
warning
I miss you
Fitting. Precise.