windrag : poetry : journal

the paradox of the poet:in the constant attemptto make this human experiencemore legible and thus bring more closenessbetween one’s closest relationsone often makes oneselfodd, unrecognizable to the very hearts one wants to join.it’s not their fault:it’s just their way.they are not actually doing anything. be gentle with the poets among us:try to notice, while they […]

clear spring night: the train– the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?

spring: my faultless friends have spiders in the corners of their model home.

on the way to church, spring is a roadkill deer, and all of these questions

some haiku purists think spring is in the eyes, while some prefer the tongue