The Pink Moon doesn’t occur until later this month, April 23, but no matter. People go around naming things and talking about them–or writing poems–regardless.
Poetry + fiction + photos + other thoughts
Category: My Poems
A poem touching on memory, both what is seen and what was. It also touches on the invasive flora brought by settlers to North America.
Here in the northern hemisphere, it is rain season. April showers and all that jazz. Unrelated to rain, or perhaps related but only in gloominess, today’s poem touches on dementia.
Hopefully you are enjoying National Poetry Month. Today, another visit from our hawk friend. You Know Who You Are When you’re the Hawk-On-The-House there’s no hurry. Not atop a roof which still smells of the same new shingles your whole…
Sometimes characters crop up in multiple poems. Hawk-On-The-House is one of those. Also Sisyphus and a few other mythical folk. I thought there were–maybe–a couple of poems featuring Hawk-On-The-House. However, while reviewing some drafts I realized there are actually quite…