tiny poems by Grant Hackett
prayer kneels down
wind builds a nest
for the passenger you carry without knowing
There's been a poem published in NOON 17 & 18.
why does the clearest water
stop a knife from bleeding
when did my soul begin to repeat
the migration of cranes
how does one gather seeds
that have drifted into another day
how much earth must i lose
to wear the moon's white shoe