Prague
In poetry, you can say a lot with just a few words.
i came across a garden
one day, guarded by a
gate of glass at the top
of the stairs.
When you chased me down back alleyways under the supervision of the moon,
we woke up on peppermint flower beds, after a night of making wishes to the Elysian moon.
I like to create things. Poetry is one way to do so, using words to create feelings.
There’s not a bad poet in first grade. None of them are anything but fresh and original … they don’t know how to avoid being original.
—Sharon Olds, from Rattle #17
There is a beehive rotting somewhere under
the Colosseum. Resident hornets come out
sometimes in the summer, and they are furious
and they are starving.