jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

“we do not bleed like nightingales when felled singing”

(four of thirty-one one-line poems in my recently published book, “we do not bleed like nightingales when felled singing”  at bonesjournal.com books)

a drizzle tinkling in parched pools

the wind-shaken birch piping old pains too late to replace

a cypress hedge nursing hoarseness since long ago

when the waning moon a pregnant sea receding in the swell

http://bonesjournal.com/books/Alegria_Imperial-we-do-not-bleed-like-nightingales.pdf?fbclid=IwAR1ibSS9q9rJ56nbB-2viAgQG7bEcVGgRRwkoxRCeAuZgiMgBS7Fpp-k4Io

 

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