July 29, 2020

From the Rocks

Big Questions

In the mountains
the wind blows
on its way somewhere…

…a gnarled old cedar
grows from the rocks
its roots twisted deep

beneath its branches sits a man
scribbling big questions
in tattered pages…




Lines from The Night at My Throat by Brian Rihlmann [forthcoming from PonyOneDog Press]
and painting by artist by Carolyn Taylor

In the Beginning

Poet You constellate the myths, O royal oracle of archetypes. Photo and poem by Jan Claire

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