this poem unfolded from my pocket heart hidden, creased and worn not my heart this poem this paper this pen’s milked ink pressed as a heart presses life blood or ink on the page or the face or the heart after it has dried folded, put away but loved loved to softness no sharp edges … Continue reading Unfolded for You
Unnamed
If the naming of things brings them into existence poet and the poem in poet, in poem poem exists, is poet is song, is silence silence exists silence shaped spaces at edge of song, in the breath between words required a name unnaming the world, unclaiming it opening poet mouth poet unspeaks things as if … Continue reading Unnamed
Veining and Rooting
Just back from an abridged version of the Wrangell Mountain Center's Poetry Workshop with Dan-Beachy Quick. Having left my workshop notebook along with a few pieces of my manic, in-the-word-world brain, I'm still trying to process the amazing time had in that off-the-chart place, McCarthy, and eagerly awaiting the arrival of my notebook in the … Continue reading Veining and Rooting
The Continuing Bewilderment of Fatherhood
Well we've made it almost 4 months into round two and I'd have to say that bewilderment continues to be the most constant theme in life since the arrival of our first adventure, Finnegan. Having spent a few hours walking around town yesterday and on our bellies on the living room floor, Oscar, my second … Continue reading The Continuing Bewilderment of Fatherhood
Jonas Lamb 