Waking | JD DeHart

From the new issue of The Common: Rhode Island is Famous for You for Denise Duhamel The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead, show life when brought to the public eye in June, the month of twins who divide their lives in two or spend hours pursuing the ghost of…

Flamboyantly clad, Feathers arranged in an astonishing array of colours, distinctively seen, brightest of all, and uniquely adorned for a century’s wedlock in a bird’s haven. That is I, the Peacock. The angel with elegance that you crave for. An epitome of standards coveted by models fair. Endowed by nature with neither mascara nor lipstick….

This moment is the one where we know there is a connection point, a constellation of experience. One must simply connect the dots, appreciating the nuances of shade. No one can be put on pillars anymore, the truth always comes out, the messiah figure with the drug problem. Today’s crime is an expression of yesterday’s…

we will have a texture party for the hands the hammer of the dollar sign to trick one dusty you sled like a green bean (the burger bear) lashing the science for the completed beast the face was a sheet from a coloring book scoot was the flat worst of the gamma damn More at…

It’s National Poetry Month, and so many poets I know are churning out a poem-a-day. They are emailing and asking for prompts, for any ideas to trigger inspiration. I don’t have anything to offer them. I feel old, dried up. But every time I am asked, I think of this poem by the brilliant Dante…