Three poetic forms — sonnet, waka, acrostic — that attempt to impart the flow of life within the Patterns and Forms that both confine and define our experience of it. 

After finishing my “man love” chapbook, I wanted to write something new. I eventually settled on a group of prose poems that reflect the changing light of life’s end game.

to find the answer
we’d need the wisdom of trees
we’d need to listen… 

I wanted to share a few lines from poet Diane Wakoski that do a wonderful job of explaining what poetry has always meant to me.