#smallpoems My fingers root in gardens of meaning dirt of broken half bent souls collecting under chewed and cracked nails Knuckles ripped caked blood and mud congealing in folds of forgotten feelings Grasp of realities prance, Br'er Rabbits cultivating reside of reason through the toil of soils in stolen time embroiled in rhizomatic seasons ready to coil at
One of the most influential albums in my life. Changed me. Not just because it had boobs, lyrics, bass, drums, licks, and vocals...Just spot on.... Spoke to middle school me.
Attending @dellsystem Abolish Silicon Valley book discussion (launch sounds like wrong metaphor) April 29, 11am-12:30pm Pacific / 7pm-8:30pm BST Book launch over Zoom with The World Transformed and Bristol Transformed
I just published today's daily #poetry podcast #poembox, my collection of bad poetry. Today's poem "Rabbit Fingers" h/t to @kd0602 for prompt: https://jgregorymcverry.com/mypoetry#audiopoems #clmooc #writingcommunity
@kd0602 Here is my my "hand" poem, thx for the prompt...had half of an idea for a poem when I lurched from my bed but your hand helped me grasp the emptiness of my metaphor #clmooc: https://quickthoughts.jgregorymcverry.com/2020/04/29/smallpoemsmy-fingers-root-in-gardens