Awake
But once awake, your dream
becomes some beach ball maybe
something frisbee free,
a dream that knows it’s dreaming
circle alphabets
the coloring of roses,
heart of hearts, the word
aware it’s poetry
alive before revision.
~Son Rivers 2006
PLOP!
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Though the verse is out of season, a reader asked me how to explain Bashō’s
“Old Pond” hokku to others. First, I suggested telling them to go find an
old p...
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