two fingers, one marble, and the very sun

small poems

I don’t do long-form poems. I could cite several more or less justifiable reasons for this—poetry is an avocation, not a profession, for me. I fit it in between my paying career, my kids, my divorce, and my lovers. I lack the patience, the focus, and the luxury for long form. Shit, I don’t even have space to read them, let alone do the work it must take to write one. Still, I differentiate among the poems I write between what I call “small poems” and, well, what I don’t call small … [read more...]