Jim Minick: Sighs
How they wallop with softness,
how they soothe with the slow rush
of wind through the forest in your dog’s nose,
each follicle a pine to sing a contented song
July 30, 2024 · 14 Comments
Jim Minick: To Spoon
To spoon is to slip into sleep
and the same soft, slow breath,
to listen to the rain
with one ear.
July 9, 2024 · 7 Comments