I became interested in visual poetry a few years ago and started playing around with some of my own work. I actually had a dream about this poem and this was the image I remembered when I woke up. A large, sprawling forsythia bush with the bones of all our beloveds buried beneath. I’m thrilled to have it up at Dream Pop with so many other great pieces.
I have a new essay up at Thimble Literary Magazine. It’s about the little pond I built in my backyard after my grandfather died and how I found comfort in the midst of my grief. It’s a beautiful issue and I’d encourage you to check it out.
And here we are at the end. If you watched or commented or both, thank you. I’ve enjoyed this little project and until I see you again, take good care of yourself.
This poem first appeared in The Indianapolis Review.
Only one more poem left! Hope you’re all well wherever you are.
Happy Sunday, loves. Hope you’re well wherever you are.
This poem originally appeared in Issue 8 of Parentheses.
Hope you’re well wherever you are.
This poem first appeared in Stirring.