After not writing much new poetry while I’ve been stuck in Revision Land, it’s been a veritable explosion of fresh material here!

Okay, so it’s been a couple poems. But still! That’s something.

Here’s one that I wrote yesterday.

contraptions

stubbornly sensual,
hands reach to caress - lips pout to kiss

& find only empty space
filled with air & questions.

think of that:
emptiness filled.

an artless definition of love
or a crude state of being?

all of us, empty & filled
in various ways -

jury-rigged apparatus
on the verge of catastrophe,

asked to bear
“just a little bit more”