chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

Feral

found poem: We Believed

found poem: I am

found poem: birds

found poem: a meteoric disappointment

found poem: earth

found poem: capricious

found poem: solstice

found poem: don’t ask

found poem: rain

found poem: chaperones

found poem: imagine

Arteidolia, again

After publishing a batch of my found poems back in March, the editor encouraged me to submit to the special section, swifts & s l o w s. I did, and now five more found poems are published. Thanks so much to Randee Silv and Arteidolia!

found poem: the mayhem

found poem: the world

Memorial Day

This cloth

This folding and refolding of clouds, this rippled quilt of sea
pulled to shore and away — this is not the work of a god I believe in,
only a cinematic trick, a way to speak of the unfathomable,
distract eye and heart from bodies bloodied and fallen
in a synagogue, at a concert — oh any place bodies can huddle
in a moment’s hope or grief. The cloth of us ripped and frayed,
every thread torn from itself, warp from weft. And still,
here is what we do: collect the threads, pick the strands of light
from darkness, hold the gnarled ball in open palms to gather
our tears and then, slow as autumn’s night absorbs light,
we begin to weave.

. . . . .

weaving by J.I. Kleinberg, “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower” named for a poem by Dylan Thomas

poem by J.I. Kleinberg published in Clementine Unbound, February 2019

found poem: Death

found poem: We know

reminder

Peter Miller Books reminds you: there are just a few days left to see orchestrated light in the gallery. It’s open Monday through Saturday, 10:00am to 5:00pm Pacific, with an extra hour (til 6:00pm) on First Thursday, June 2.

Peter Miller Books is located on S. Post Alley in Seattle’s Pioneer Square. Call for details or directions: (206) 441-4114.

The show’s final day is Friday, June 3, 2022, and I’d be honored if you’d have a look before it’s gone.

found poem: Word

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