Au jus

However, the backdrop for this poem is not what most marble is used for, a god in crisis or an ancient emperor. Instead it is a four hour visit with my mom at her cabin, watching her cook a simple roast beef lunch. Ordinary and extraordinary all at the same time. Love does that.

Poetry: Transform

Transformation of person to poet One day something grabs you without touching An idea lingers in your mind, like garlic on the tongue A vision walks all over you placing footprints on your being without leaving a bruise Words become puzzles you have to solve You write, you type, you scratch an equation out hopingContinue reading “Poetry: Transform”