Jose Padua: Stray Cats and the Prospect of Evenings Illuminated by the Full Moon
I wonder about things that may one day rise slowly
from beneath dry, brown grass; the beautiful sights
made visible by the drifting off of clouds, and the
slow telling of tall tales under the hunter’s full moon.
January 5, 2021 · Leave a comment
Seamus Heaney: Pangur Bán
Next thing an unwary mouse
Bares his flank: Pangur pounces.
Next thing lines that held and held
meaning back begin to yield.
February 25, 2020 · Leave a comment
Chuck Taylor: Mad Love
for you are broken too, eh?
and mad like me for love
December 28, 2019 · Leave a comment