These unsheathed themselves out of green fiber and into being and like dark matter fingers they are expanding. Hope is the thing with eggplants that's pendent in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.
This is the poetry blog of
Jennifer Michael Hecht.
There are other places where
I blog lucidly, here I post what
rises and converges.
It is called Dear Fonzie because
the Fonz, fictional though he be,
seems like a good listener.