The Pole of Relative Inaccessability

Explorers Traveling to the pole Of relative inaccessibility Often lost frostbitten toes While stripping off their socks Sloughing them like a snake Shaking free of old skin  Venturing inward Toward my remote places I wonder What do I risk peeling away my excess layers? Written as part of dVerse’s weekly Quadrille prompt (#98) This week’s […]

Tea and Lentils

A light rain is falling on Lake Agnes And I’ve had my fill of tea and lentils Which is why I am seated on this grey rock Hands resting in Dhyana mudra Pouring myself out with each breath Until I am once again empty This morning’s poem is in response to the Quadrille #97 prompt […]

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