Churning through the first rough grind,
the slurry of coarse grit and violent impact
tearing sharp edges from rough stones.
Following the exercise in a poetry book
I divided my page with a vertical line
labeled one column love and the other hate
and filled each list with my scribbled passions
Three point one four one five nine two six and
that’s as many places as I’ve ever known.
Because what’s the point of memorizing cold numbers?
However long, they will never touch you where you stand
apart from me, always in sight, just out of reach.
Most people can, without thinking, form a possessive noun. You build one by adding an apostrophe and an “s” to a noun, as in “Occam’s razor” and “the cat’s meow.” But things are different with pronouns. (Pronouns are those little words that stand in for nouns, such as he, she, it, they, us, him, her,…Read More