The rocky banks for the Nam Song are dotted with women, girls, their buckets… dumping content on stones doubling as washboards. Barefoot and laughing — they slap, whack, splash.
All tagged poetry
A Quiet Love Story Lived and Forgotten
We are not the type
of couple that travels to Serbia
to permanently affix a memento
to Most Ljubavi—the oldest known bridge of love
Metamorphosis
Transformation happens slowly and then all at once
An incremental, painful process:
Wrapping yourself, the little imperfect worm that you are,
The Truth in Three Parts
Objectively,
In all the world, there exists only three species of citrus
Mandarin oranges from the Far East,
Pomelos from Southeast Asia
And from the subcontinent, the beloved citron.
The Cosmos
She freefell into a thousand rosy sunsets
Stretched over every beach her
bare feet has ever trod upon
and straight into a fit of stargazing.
Another Mining Town
It’s in the hills of Appalachia where the banjo sings
And bluegrass’s forgotten gem:
The accordion, expands and contracts
The Kettle boiling away
Lost, Lamented & Found
A Bristolian fox stole my wallet
My track suit pockets have the bad habit
Of expelling their contents on the floor
When I get out of the car
