Nearly halfway through this month of challenge, and it’s not getting easier. But I’m reading more!
Like this. I remember hearing the author read it, while driving in the car one day when I was still new to California and exploring the coastline. Some poems stick in your mind a long time.
My mind is near empty
But not in a good-zen-like-way
It’s more like words overflowed for a while
Then a drought
Followed by a dam up river
And soon, there was a distant dry memory
where fishes used to live