TW Poetry Spotlight
I count my digits/All Present/yet only/half way there...
I count my digits/All Present/yet only/half way there...
a changing field/note presence or absence
She didn’t understand how collards/fit what she wanted or didn’t want/to talk about on any given day...
Apart and a Part/with every Thing, of Everything...
Suppose you wish to convince someone/you have a special secret/without revealing any information.
I want the blood to stay liquid, the bones never to rise again...
Often when I tell people about my life, they ask, 'Poetry and mathematics?'
One poem featured the Blob complaining to its mother about its lack of physical boundaries.
At times, one eavesdrops
in an attempt to develop a theory of place....