Poetry from John Middlebrook

NEXUS     What has passed shapes the part that remains:            The sweep hand holds its breath, then clicks, and the clock breathes again.   At day’s end, the sun swells, then drops from its ledge                waking fields of gems in the darkness overhead. And dreams return to bed to reprise the searching voices inside […]

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Poetry from John Middlebrook

  Struggling with Words   Struggling with words— like learning to dance, or memorizing jazz, or courtship, one’s last— is worth it. Though with all these, I stammer as I reach my void of vision— the blindness behind my eyes, my fence of expression.   The slipperiest words show best how context gives them taste— […]

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