shreddin’

left to right: Oliver, Emily, Owen, Anika

shreddin’ grass, wood, rocks

spokes spinning dust and air- grit

biting eyes and lips!

all rights

2021

If well written, every line of a poem can be a title:

“Early Spring in the Field” by Tom Hennen from Darkness Sticks to Everything. © Copper Canyon Press, 2013.
Tom Hennen’s poem, reformatted, to show every line as a title.

The crow’s voice filtered through the walls of the farmhouse

sounds of a rusty car engine turning over

clouds on a north wind that whistles softly and cold

spruce trees planted in a line on the south side of the house weave and scrape at the air

I’ve walked to a far field to a fence line of rocks where I am surprised to see soft mud this raw day

no new tracks in the mud

desiccated grass among the rocks

a bare grove of trees in the distance

a blue sky thin as an eggshell with a crack of dark geese running through it

their voices faint and almost troubled as they disappear in a wedge that has opened at last the cold heart of winter.

Tongue Twister Relative2

rocks
boulders
pebbles
dust

certain
doubtful
rattled
trust

planets
moons
stars
sun

crawl
squiggle
sprint
run