the boy doestricks the woman stands watchingthe sand is too foot-steppedto notice the camera makesthem all silhouettes watchingthe sand is everywhereplaying tricks This poem is a companion piece to the one I published on Tupelo Press’ website today for the August 30/30 Project. You can read the other poem (a villanelle) here: Guess who finallyContinue reading “Blue Beach”
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Pinehurst
Golf townsand and spapines and pubscoddled traditions and legendsaround every corner My Grand-merealways spoke of azaleassparkles in her milky eyesand soft hands arounda pottery cup of chicory coffee another timeanother placeanother south This poem is a second one that I wrote for the photo, with the villanelle being shared on Tupelo Press’ website for thisContinue reading “Pinehurst”
The Poetry Patio 