Three winds braid through me Three winds: One the body’s petulances exaltations of joy, moods from quietude to domineering, even a willingness to inflict pain–an allegiance vowed to that capo the Murderer Three winds: Also, a day that inches by minute after minute to construct years become leaves pouring from a yellowed aspen in late […]
Steering the lazy S-curvesthat descend to meander beside a creekthen angle up the walls of a ravineonto undulating flatland againand a view of rangesblue and icy with the distant cold Or in blown snow that crosses the pavement in waves higher than my vehicle, the gusts increasing in force and duration until I enter a […]
Atop green June blades out of which myriad dandelions forest, each tiny trunk hoisting its white globe of seeds, stalk three crows. The nearest pistons head and neck as she paces, eyes swiveling left and right to secure the wildness these beaks bring. ~ Tom Wayman Tom Wayman currently teaches English and creative writing at […]
