May 31, 2021

2 small and unimportant poems. So there.

a sunrise that whispers my name 

with a soft light in the distance, in the east 

and a sorrow that has no name grows 

with the strength of each new sun 

life, so beautiful 

and yet so wild 


and so it was that we hid in our homes 

to be safe from the killing disease 

and this was just as Spring returned 

bringing new life to the world 

oh irony 

you marvelous devil


If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.

-Yunmen Wenyan

Wherever you are is the perfect place to awaken. This moment is the exact place to practice compassion and loving awareness. You have all the ingredients to breathe and find freedom just where you are.

-Jack Kornfield

Words are what sticks to the real. We use them to push the real, to drag the real into the poem. They are what we hold on with, nothing else. They are as valuable in themselves as rope with nothing to be tied to.

-Jack Spicer

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. 

-Pablo Neruda


Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches


Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003



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