North of south
, not being from the mire but still in it,Â
make steeples of my hands, each joint wooden like
the inner ribbing, and I dive into the shallow
brown-green muck, and algae clings to my nose hair … Read moreNorth of south
Tag: poetry
On the even prairie
Payne drapes over the edge of the world, billowing grass like holiday finery on the steady backs of old wood tables … Read moreOn the even prairie
Florida in the Hottest Months
St. Augustine grass leaves rice-sized red bumps on the back of my thighs … Read moreFlorida in the Hottest Months