Three Poems by Thomas Cook
I suppose I have been this man, regardless of what can be said of me
I suppose I have been this man, regardless of what can be said of me
The tree buds are swelling, and spring emerges
the moths on paper towels are too perfect to move
Nature Nurture Illustration Series by Paula Champagne
lying on the smooth wooden bottom / of a drawer, suckling rhythmically at the air
Know the way /hollow openings lead to a surface, the way a girl’s / knees know clutching tree bark will keep / her from falling.
Two Films
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BIO: Retired children's librarian Alan Bern’s poetry books: No no the saddest and Waterwalking in Berkeley, Fithian Press; greater distance, Lines & Faces, his broadside press with artist Robert Woods, linesandfaces.com. Alan has had poems, stories, and photos published in a wide variety of online and print publications, from which [...]
kicked around by tourists, / buried from the midnight / sun