Knees
I’ve no such use for new knees,those new titanium knees.They weren’t there, in the garden,planting our first seeds, gravel pockedand stinging. They weren’t thereto scrub stains from the floorboards.They never…
Poetry by Devon Brock
I’ve no such use for new knees,those new titanium knees.They weren’t there, in the garden,planting our first seeds, gravel pockedand stinging. They weren’t thereto scrub stains from the floorboards.They never…
Published in “Poetic Medicine in the Time of Pandemic” ©2020 by Lotus Leaf LLC.
Is this how stone hears rain?What an odd question to pose.But there it is: Is thisHow stoneHears rain? For now, today,this moment,this hour,this house.this body,this grain, Sits, As raindrapes over…
So buoyant, the bath, the salts,the uncreaked bones, the knoband socket, like that blasé afternoonwith its shallow sun and lotions,with its plinkos and tokens –that cool and wayward drifton a…
We laid snake bone by the rootsof the four trees fused at the waist. We dug tourmaline in the creekbed,dry that time of year and every yearbetween honeysuckle loam and…
Published in “La Piccioletta Barca” – Issue 18 – April 2020: https://picciolettabarca.com/issues/issue-18/
Dear Father,May I ask that I come not to the anvilas a hammer, but as steel,red from the furnace, young to the sledge. It is not for meto strike a…
Published in “La Piccioletta Barca” — Issue 19 — May 2020 https://www.picciolettabarca.com/issues/issue-19