Ebb and Flow with Fever and Fervor
An excerpt from poet Joanna Gale’s book Grains of the Olivewood:
This is a detour I must take,
a crossing forced upon me.
Random thoughts bob like boats
in a carnival game popped off by
the next sharp shooter.
A cup of tea tastes like another
reminder of my father — something
good always tasted like another.
Food stuffs me. My eyes are heavy.
I ache to write the designs I lean into
like well-crafted books. Instead
I stumble slipshod around words
in short-cut sentences sagging
like steps on a rung-ladder bridge
about to fall into the reality
i’s dot and t’s cross
closer than I want.
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Be sure to stop by On the Bean in Aurora to hear Joanna read at the JUZDIZRTS Author Event this Saturday April 26th, starting at 3pm.