November 1, 2020

The Other Side

In Pale November

… into and through the woods and out the other side

to the early darkness, the evergreen trees,
the stray cats, the bus stop signs like clenched fists,

to the long ride on empty buses
back to the city we always returned to. 

 



Lines from En Plein Air by Marianne Szlyk from PonyOneDog Press
and photo by Jan Claire

In the Beginning

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

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