Poetics: through the lens
Last night, I stood at the lodge below the ski slope—hand on the rail, wood grain in the finger whorls …
Last night, I stood at the lodge below the ski slope—hand on the rail, wood grain in the finger whorls …
As a poet, I guess you’re supposed to think deep thoughts. I don’t, but I think the rule book calls for …
Last weekend, I was in Munich – very spontanouesly to meet a friend – and it was raining cats and …
They say that time flies when you’re having fun, which means that I must have been having a lot of …
It’s the small things.. Sunday afternoon and spring at last. Been walking, biking, preparing my trip to Berlin, and now I …