Time is a place like a canyon eroded by rhythm. It’s sad and joyous as the echo of one thrush chased from fallen seeds by a mourning dove.
Mark J. Mitchell
Mark J. Mitchell has worked in hospital kitchens, fast food, retail wine and spirits, conventions, tourism, and warehouses. He has also been a working poet for almost 50 years. An award-winning poet, he is the author of five full-length poetry collections, and six chapbooks. His latest collection is Something To Be from Pski’s Porch Publishing. He is very fond of baseball, Louis Aragon, Miles Davis, Kafka, Dante, and his wife, activist and documentarian Joan Juster. He lives in San Francisco, where he makes his marginal living pointing out pretty things. He can be found reading his poetry here: https://www.youtube.com/@markj.mitchell4351 A meager online presence can be found at https://www.facebook.com/MarkJMitchellwriter/ A web site now exists: https://www.mark-j-mitchell.square.site/ He sometimes tweet @Mark J Mitchell_Writer
Moving Day
…the mystery of beginning Again and again. —Delmore Schwartz “In the Naked Bed, In Plato’s Cave” His day lilies are fading. He looks back once. The lock unhooked, he lifts his blue bag. Tired eyes aching, the hall seems too long. He tries not to fall. Heads someplace new after slow decades. This mess […]