Come join us!
“It is not
down in any map; true places never are.”
~ Herman Melville
I am the
daughters and the sons
the inheritance
you did not expect
and the one
your eyes will never see
I am the
hole in the knee of your favorite jeans
flowers blooming
that killed your back to plant in the spring
I am the late-night
poems
the ones
you did not know you could write
the true love
you never spoke of
I am the
callus hands of regret
the scars
from splintered decks and wayward falls
the weight
of cares that you have gotten good at holding
and then
even better at trying to hide
I am the
lines around the mouth and eyes
going different
directions like roads on a map
the
perilous journey of a westward expanse
the kind
that leaves it’s mark on every pioneer
lines of a
poem upon your face
I speak truth
through silence
the kind
that even a blind man could truly see.
