I thought April would never arrive...
It's also National Poetry Month, and I am attempting to write a poem a day ( actually, a first draft a day.) But I am not posting it here because then I wouldn't be able to send it out for publication.
So instead I will post one of my poems which has already been published.
Here is one:
How the Hand Behaves
How the hand behaves in times of threat:
sweat springing out,
cooling palms to silence, to clams,
or shrinking to shrimp,
like a lobster claw,
fingers like teeth,
chomping in on themselves.
This was the opening poem in my chapbook How the Hand Behaves, Finishing Line Press 2009