This has been a whirlwind month for poetry, lots of ideas blowing around, lots of work in progress = also reading some great poetry as well.

Here is a stanza from a work in progress:

“Unreadable marble headstones, weathered

Markers of the dead.  Carter, hand me the torch.

We have found the lost cemetery of my dreams.”

Comments welcome = a few more review passes on the full poem.

Blessings: NMaL – JKM.