It is so nice of you
\nto ask about my poetry.
\n“Anything new?”
\nOnly seeds
\non fallow ground
\nmy personal drought,
\nI reply dryly
\nthrough cracked lips,
\nmy laugh the crunch
\nof leaves & snap of twigs.<\/p>\n
In my hands this paper 11\/2\/2003<\/small><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It is so nice of you to ask about my poetry. “Anything new?” Only seeds on fallow ground my personal drought, I reply dryly through cracked lips, my laugh the crunch of leaves & snap of twigs. In my hands this paper browns and curls, the pen melts, and in flame I remember some seeds … Continue reading dry spell<\/span>
\nbrowns and curls,
\nthe pen melts,
\nand in flame
\nI remember
\nsome seeds need fire
\nsome brush must burn
\nbefore we grow. mjh<\/span><\/p>\n