the expression "the middle of nowhere" is dangerous this nowhere is somewhere to someone to something to the grasses which have learned so well how to old onto water to the birds that can spot a lizard from a quarter mile above to the people who pass through or struggle to stay every nowhere is … Continue reading nowhere is nowhere
Tag: National Poetry Month
skin
my hands are becoming dark brown, rugged, scarred from use my mother tells me i'm going to look old too soon how strange it must be to her that i let my hands get this way from pleasure she who has never known skin to turn brown from anything but hard labor.
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no one wants to read poetry about sleeping during a long drive through winding mountain roads waking up to dawn breaking over snowcapped mountains far across arid lands making coffee on a dusty picnic table to warm freezing fingers gravelly roads that lead to piles of volcanic rocks spit up from long ago we grated … Continue reading how i began 28
narinda heng 