January 2024
Bio Note: My 6th poetry book, That Infinite Roar, has just been published by Gyroscope Press. Every poem is a journey and every journey a poem. My journey—poems in the making.
—J.P. Saxe, Julia Michaels And here we still are, our forevers almost done, every moment threadbare, full of injuries, our backs, our necks, our hips and hops, our lives in a perpetual state of healing... . This is what forever is, not being down for all the hurt, the disappointments we endure not always of our choosing because forever is really just loving the now.
For the Broken
I threw an apple core skyward to see if it would reach the moon. It fell into a field of wild roses which were eventually cut and posed in a vase centered on a table set with blue dragon cups. Apple cores, cut flowers, porcelain tea cups: a conscious choice between wonder and wonderful. When poetry no longer mends what has so long been broken unsullied moonlight shining on a field of roses replaces words-- stanzas tossed skyward singe roses clean of thorns
Originally published in Poetry Breakfast
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