in an interview i ask him what he thinks about when he paints houses? nothing, he says i just go blank you never write songs or poems to occupy your mind while working those hands? nope, he tells me when you get as old as me it’s a relief, the silent mind i’m deep into … Continue reading Buddy Tabor teaches me to fillet a halibut
Found
Found this found poem at twitter where i rarely roam as the shack_poet. Thanks Emily Wall for the prompt. knife found in muskeg, peat, rust browned blade fashions paper lantern into wings my departure under their power requires no jumper cables
The Eating Book
'Let's be done reading, Dad. Let's tell stories.' So I begin... 'Ok, this one starts in a tiny library in a tiny town. And the library is so small it fits in a trailer which is great because the librarian has a big truck and sometimes he'll hitch up the library and take it on … Continue reading The Eating Book
Jonas Lamb 