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Just moving forward, or trying to. A Logolilt  Title: Southside Spring (Late)WC: 57 Sudden blooms: nature. space age grey.just yesterdaybare dirt A permanent wave, tree bark peeled.The season’s yield:rebirth. Skip the summer, a dusty roserushes, then slowsand sleeps. A blushing samara—alone.Unbleached, bare bonestill weeps. Summer and childhood’s ragged ends,yesterday’s…

Just trying to ride on the surface of whatever creativity there is. This is a Lannet. Title: Dis.OrderWC: 85 The flagstones are doling out bad advice—interlopers playing at wildernessJack-in-the-pulpit lifts its heavy headto find the crow-dipper sermonizingNature and fabrication, cheek by jowl. Life, pale and knotted, rises from the earthBedraggled, latter-day Opheliabows to the roadside…

Foolishly thought that five syllable lines would be easy, even with oddly placed rhymes. As ever, the joke is on me. I started out with an image I liked, but there are diminishing returns in the next two stanzas of this Le Jeune. Title: Afterthought SnapshotsWC: 67 Skirts caught by the breezeAugust wheat. The shadeof billowing joy.Bare feet dance, arms splayedYou circle, summonEvery whim…

I had intended to try to write just an essay-like thing this week, but I’m too tied up in knots to get it out. So, another thing that struggles toward poetry, instead. This is a La’Tuin LaFemme that, I guess, is about the planet struggling toward another season, however ill-advised that may be. -ush is a dumb rhyme to have decided on for the one that occurs most frequently, and I probably should…

Just a Lakelet, arising from an exhausting weekend. Title: Saturday RuminationsWC: 82 The little women in my mindI stretch to see their point of viewAcross the asphalt and the yearsWhere told-you-so must catch the tearsInevitable. True. The fracture comes as no surpriseThe sorrow with a question markThat dances on the tips of tonguesWhile unsaid words fill the lungsForget the haggard…

Nothing complicated here. Today happens to be my cousin’s birthday. We were very close as kids, and she will always have an important place in my heart. This is a Memento. Title: Meri, in YellowWC: 45 Sneaker saver. Puddles of mud.Well water. Rotten eggs.Outside.Culvert. Kittens. After the floodScraped, sunburned, skinny legsEyes wide. Christmas letter. Your handsome boys.Voicemail. I made you…

Just a Tri-Fall about my (ambivalent at best) feelings about spring. Title: Missed connectionsWC: 68 Buttermilk wings flit byUnawareThat tulips with their dark-eyed graceAwaiting some replyCannot bearThe loneliness of your embrace Branches capture the sunResoluteAs child pirates with swords of woodTheir sandbox battles wonAll their lootHeaped in glittering piles of good Sunflowers bide their…

This is very personal and also very stupid. My niece rudely made me a great aunt this week, and although I am very happy for her and her spouse, I have been (and remain) a wreck over this for many reasons (none of which actually have anything to do with feeling old or whatever). Anyway, no one asked, and I’m absurd. This is an ill-advised Gemstone. This topic didn’t have 32 lines in it, and yet…