We Finally Meet

Every morning I have coffee on the deck. Every morning there are spider webs, but I never saw the spider. Until this morning. There you are! The nightly architect The geometric genius Are you here for the sunrise, too? Architect, from Greek arkhi and tekton, chief builder

The Label

I want     a poem to begin     in turbulence with milky quartz     full of electricity looking inert     hushed but broadcasting      secrets into the universe     of rhyme I want     a genre a place     a locker to hang my coat     […]