“The Shokunin does not speak of his past.”
I look at him crying and I feel deeply worried. About his future. About anyone’s.
And the painful inadequacy of this hangs in the car, the pretense that this briefest of visits home will provide some solution, some respite for one or other of them.
A weekly, non-exhaustive list (curated by Steven Genise) of the experiences that make us human. I’ve discovered a new pleasure, now, in the initial weeks of this new year, […]
In the agonizing space/between question and answer
I’ll never stop missing what has been taken from me.
But we aren’t that gullible. We can tell a fake.
This is another great thing about being a writer. The form gives you a safe space to work out whatever “is within you.”
Free poetry contest for Maryland residents age 18 and older sponsored by Enoch Pratt Free Library and Little Patuxent Review.
Boarding the ship a girl, leaving raw and stained, a woman,