Y’all already know what it is—30 poems in 30 days. Per usual it’s going to be mostly haiku & senryu.
drip by drip
through the saline bag
blare of sunrise
the trinity
a three body problem
rock paper scissors
sunrise
an offering of clementines
and rum
4’33”
a bottle of sunshine
on the sill
“The Dead Lilacs”
had just one decent album
Eliot (maybe)
WHY JAZZ ISN’T DEAD
(for Mary Ruefle)
most people (even Libras)
seem to be born
with 32 crayons
each bone white
they only call them teeth
most fish have teeth too
on the inside & out
with a molar of prism music
some call grey scales
and if G Dorian
grates like Earl Grey
one could resolve to call this
a gnash equilibrium
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