I had the sudden realization that although most of us are moving, at least most of us are moving forward poetry and it feels like ice down the neck of your shirt dropped in by a good friend on a hot summer’s day Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
the sieve and the sand 