Showing posts with label prose poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prose poem. Show all posts

Friday, July 4, 2014

Six Pictures, Three Sentences












Sophie is a beautiful young woman, sitting in a wheelchair, the v of her clavicle (a bird flew through fireworks, later, the same v).


The moon was a circus peanut in a blue sky bag.


The sun went down, two men were in pink and so was the sky.





Monday, April 29, 2013

Out there in "qarrtsiluni"

I was inspired by this photo:

photo credit: Andy Duncan/CU Independent/Associated Press


to write a short prose poem, and it was accepted at the online literary journal qarrtsiluni. Today, it's posted there along with an mp3** of yours truly reading it. Here's the link:

When Bears Fall From Trees








**Thank you, Mike, for recording it for me. And I'm still going to garden naked one of these days and scare away any would-be buyers of your home.

LinkWithin

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...