this winter mist ...
like Penelope I weave
and unweave
a shroud of words
to ward off loneliness
Special feature: Myths and the Creative Imagination, Atals Poetica, 2015
A Room of My Own: Stock Ticker Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCXCVI: "stock ticker "
a bruised girl’s hand
clutches a slice of bread
in pixels—
a stock ticker flashes past
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