tiny poems by Grant Hackett
who taught our darkest river to drink from the sea
who put silence inside shadow inside seed
how many who are dreamed want only to sleep
on the days i can touch what is lost, what is said?
death of depth
we dare call heaven
milk makes a prison
of skin
tears of grace
original face
waking up a thousand birds :: i have to be a perfect dawn
(first appeared in Roadrunner Haiku Journal in 2009)
two poems (first and last in the issue) just published in Issue 153 of Right Hand Pointing!