Just something I found on an old flash drive. Will edit, revise, see where it goes.
Just a few snippets from that time ten years ago, since I am submitting a revised/ edited full version for publication and don’t want to have this considered published.
you are not alone
sometimes I am
in your dreams
a pink cat who speaks.
I am at the top of the stairs
as a shield.
Little sister, sometimes
I am in between the lines of
words from decades ago
straight to your mirror.
Happy to have a poem published today (“Devastation”) at Headline Poetry.
The history of the poem arises from when I taught ELL years ago. It was around 2002. I taught with a colleague who was a refugee from Sarajevo. She survived the siege–and the stories she told still haunt me.
Thanks to the editors at Headline Poetry.
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The Destructive Age of Urban Warfare; or, How to Kill a City and How to Protect It
John Spencer | March 28, 2019
Just a few snippets, since I hope to submit a revised/ edited full version for publication and don’t want to have this considered published.
Moth to a
Mid summer’s night
Small gold flutter
(I wanted to see what I could do with this learning and healing time. Can I observe more? Can I see what I don’t really see on a busy workday? What do you do, what do I do with those middle of the night silences? The crickets have stops singing. The cicadas have not yet started their trilling. And I am waiting to learn when the robins start their dawn songs.
I shall find out soon.
I hear frogs now. They’ve joined us.
And I’m trying to find out what can I do with my limited mobility and access right now to Technology.
This was created in the hopes of making meaning out of silence and pain.
Dare I send from my iPhone? So unliterary.
But this to me also speaks of the power of literacy to sustain.
I turn to words.)
sent from my iphone