Common Things in an Uncommon Way
As a child, I hated it: the feel of news
ink, jet text imprinting my palms,
my fingertips with the urgency
of the past twelve hours. Of course
I ended up running a newspaper.
So much smoking in the …
As a child, I hated it: the feel of news
ink, jet text imprinting my palms,
my fingertips with the urgency
of the past twelve hours. Of course
I ended up running a newspaper.
So much smoking in the …
Astronomers have senses of humor:
they speak of lobsters, of dumbbells,
of salt, of beehives, of crocodile eyes,
making small metaphors to name
something bigger than us all, driven by
fear they can’t name. They laugh:
this one …