Showing posts with label debris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label debris. Show all posts

11.12.2023

things carried along

Model for a poem: The wind along the street catches up leaves, bits of paper and other debris.

8.26.2015

those who come after

Let us praise the après-garde, those who come after with brooms & dustpans, sweeping up the debris left behind when others blasted forward, salvaging this scrap & that bit, making simple things from their leavings.

3.19.2008

debris reader

A poet is a vagrant reader, a debris reader: Cereal boxes, fortune cookies, instruction manuals, pill bottle labels, junk mail, coupons, ticket stubs. Any scrap of printed matter, no matter how inconsequential, may yield a revelation.