And Now for Something a Little Different, You Know, Poetry

At their best my little poems may wander out where Emily Brontë’s nature would be leading, awaken something of Wordsworth’s deep power of joy, spark a glimmer of Surrealist love, freedom, and the marvelous. I recorded a poem for today’s post. If this goes well maybe it will be a way to break away from the political from time to time.

Tango Girl with a Pale Green Shawl was published in Otoliths, issue 57, southern autumn, 2020. This is what it sounds like when I read it: