I hadn’t written poetry for years. Then a friendly challenge provoked some quiet, stillness, and a few stanzas that emerged.
It’s rather confusing. Sometimes it’s funny and illuminating, but usually it’s disorienting, shocking, and even disturbing. Welcome to your transition.
With our things in storage in Minnesota, where the bitter -15 wind chill taunted our sense of comfort, we packed a few things in the car and drove west.
“If we don’t encounter liminal space in our lives, we start idealizing normalcy.” It was snowing in South Carolina when I pulled the door shut on the moving truck…
“A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey…”