Dry Well
I trace the symbols.
In the dirt, among the grubs and crooked
weeds. Writing of loss. Of missing things.
Wondering if words will fill my mouth
with wool or grit. With pebbles and salt.
If truth is what I want.
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“Dry Well” first appeared in Vox Populi in August 2019. I’m grateful to editor Michael Simms for his steadfast support.
O at the Edges 
A very trenchant poem.
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It was, as you might guess, written at a time of great uncertainty.
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Yes . . .
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This moved me deeply.
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I’m so pleased it resonated for you!
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Curiosity stirred … can one hold any symbol’s connections beyond the moment? Great for stimulating poems in the Now. Perhaps truth was wanted less than an intriguing poem when you wrote this? (That’s for sure what came!)
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