Tag: child

nearly mine

“Saw a poem float by just beneath the surface” – Jim Harrison ~ Songs of Unreason A wrecking – that’s what it was out of a bay’s stormy waters, the ship appeared the perilous pitch and toss powered by a gibbous moon her bowsprit like…

the writing class

“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write.  I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.”            …

on edge

“So I sit on the edge, wagging my feet above the abyss” – Jim Harrison seated as a half-pint child feet far from the floor, feeling out the fun limbs let loose as broken elastic with each forward swing, bright, white socks momentarily seen, like…