Holidays

Microtones) it all took place over Easter holiday weekend. That Easter Sunday, I sat at the closest Starbucks to my hotel, and wrote the first draft of one of the 24 poems that comprise Microtones: Turbidity Holidays are hard: I’m going to take a walk, escape the silence of this house   I was never home, home on the range hospital corners are still “beats me?”   Invisible, unlike driftwood tossed ashore, under pewter skies, elephantine clouds where seldom is hear an encouraging word   no slow cookpot solutions while you’re no longer talking and I’m no longer hearing there’s nothing cooking here   There’s something I forgot   I hope you all have a lovely 4th of July. Fireworks, barbecues, or silence. Whatever your choice(s) might be, revel in them! Microtones is at Cervena Barva Press: The Lost Bookshelf-Poetry chapbooks]]>