I wanted to capture it for you, but
The photo shows almost nothing.
All tagged poems
Something from Nothing
In the morning I practice the mindful
Nothingness where
Something always
Comes up,
Drive Through Apocalypse
Head for the drive-through
Apocalypse up the main drag
Your Math Shelter At Homework
I’m mad at math.
Rinse and Repeat
In August the ocean is warm, wet and ready
A south swells sweeps smooth around the Pier
A Poem About Rabbis
Picture a Rabbi.
Close your eyes.
Now show me what you’ve got.