Step
out
onto
white
not
as
a
body
bearing
any
weight
but
as
a
feather
might
think
of
ink
in
a
quill
drawing
a
cantata
out
of
light
CB
Tracking III - Ink, acrylic & pencil on a gessoed plywood crate lid - CB
For more Tuesday Poems, please click on the quill. Tim Jones is this week's editor with a poem titled The Force of Things by Majella Cullinane -
"Your breaths
are the quivering feathers
of birds. . . "
are the quivering feathers
of birds. . . "
