~Catherynne M. Valente
photo by sookie
Today's poem seemed to me like a variant of a "Where I'm From" poem. Here's "Communion of Dust":
Communion of Dust
by Iris Jamahl Dunkle
It's how I arrived in this place. Dust. Blood.
Thin figures. Shadows stretched like bars
against a farm gone fallow. Gone dust. Gone wind.
My grandmother said, Steinbeck never got it right.
The place. The leaving and how it felt:
to be child in a world gone back to dust.
read the rest here.
Life on the Deckle Edge has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Robyn!