Issue 01 Poetry

Wishbone

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Podcasts & Audio, Poetry

I have a bone to pick
with whoever runs this joint.
I don’t much like
being stuck out in the rain

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry

Hobo, Bono, boneheap.
I mutilate dandelions in the sun,
rattle my rake like a saber

When Michelle-my-neighbor,
over compost, opines
that Aqualung’s a classic

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

I took three stones from there:
one from the water
one from the sun
and a small one
to grow.

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

The puzzle of the sun’s longing for
the sea
The marvel: her love fills the sky overflows the rim till the
sea is one
with the sky