I’m back after a long hiatus from blogging and Poetry Friday. I have moved AmoXcalli and Cuentecitos over to their own domain, built up my cooking website and started a new blog with my poetry. I’m in this week with an astounding voice, Cuitlamiztli Carter.
a poem
sunset, eight in the evening
Birds hanging low over the landscape,
that thick taste on the edge of perception.
This is everything I was worried would
become part of my business, the daily
routine of soaking wet prophets &
deaconesses disembarking on my
infernal shore, wanting directions,
hands out for maps & my little words
to take the edge off their distress.
I never thought I’d bite into this.
To read the rest of this poem click here. Don’t forget to visit our host this week, Lisa at Under the Covers. Thanks for hosting Lisa and welcome!
