JMBlackfriend
beat, time, and pulse,
something on the side of a cup, red lines
pouring flour, eggs, water and other
ingredients.
one for one or unequal....
growth out of the head of a dead hill.
something brittle in the fingers, breaking off and blowing in the wind.
something simultaneously lonesome and full, pregnant
with dust and sorrow.
bluegrass, that picking sort of sound, banjos, Appalachian mountains, and a whole boatload of history that White America don't wanna touch. A twig in the mouth, some natural toothpick while notes trip over each other, overalls, not green grass, something Kentuckian, pure American, Wadsworth and Whitman.
Metal, harsh, and solid, something solid, again, paper in between two sides of pressure; physics. LIke lamp, and clamp, a light inside something that can die, be extinguished.
Her mouth clamped into a thin line after the news, determined against tears.
raven, like a hair color or a woman gone mad, stark raving. Edgar Allen Poe as a bird, a perfect poet resigned to ornithological simplification...but at least the letters are even on the sides of the V, down to the distribution of vowels and consonants.