April 1, National Poetry Month again, and I’ve got quite a few poetry things planned for myself this month! Feeling like I’ve dipped my toes back into writing in the most beautiful and slow way, a way that hopefully will allow me to enjoy my writing instead of worrying about submitting or perfecting. Just let the poems and fragments flow.

Alienation

One quarter sunrise over red mountains over red plains and riverbeds snaked through red earth. A rust over every featureless rock face twisting summits out of sight. Slight scar the tallest mountain the slowest ascent the curl of ancient eruptions a shadow. All we know is collapse. Canyon over canyon over cut in stone eddies and wanting estuaries an absence a silence of land whispering what was.