At Home
So much is left undone. Burdock grows rank around the steps. Hops climb in the windows like corkscrew assassins, clothed in innocent green. The transparent apple tree scrapes the roof and the lilacs’ suckers rub the siding, bridges for carpenter ants. A poet shouldn’t live in a house. The weight of what is neglected, those hefty timbers, unpeopled stories, might crush her hummingbird words.
Who?

What?
As the dance floor of life tilts beneath our feet, do we keep dancing? In The Dance Floor Tilts we sway to the rhythms of passion and death, of family, myth and benediction. In worlds where cow-eyed goddesses steal nymph’s tongues and steering wheels are taken over by octopi, there are no established signposts. The individual moments making up the tune of this poet’s life offer the possibility of finding the beauty within the everyday resonance of our own existence.
When?
Arrived October 2017.
Where?
Purchase from the Thistledown Press website or at your local bookstore. $17.95
How?
Establishing no signposts
The copyrights of all poems included in the series remain with their authors, and are reprinted with the permission of the publishers.
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