Pretty pretty. Nice night. Forced repetition. Repeatedly. Flash photo of an urban garden. The blur is my breathing. I braced the device against my breath and held both still as I could.
This is the poetry blog of Jennifer Michael Hecht. There are other places where I blog lucidly, here I post what rises and converges. Welcome! It is called Dear Fonzie because the Fonz, fictional though he be, seems like a good listener.