Standing at the edge of a cliff,
Looking down at rolling ocean waves
While making your own spray,
The wind pushes back,
Blowing droplets of ammonia
Onto clothes and onto your face.
It is not the end of the world.
You can go on,
Climb back in the car and drive
Who knows where,
But wherever you go
You will take with you
The taste of the […]
The “you” that is you,
or may be you,
and the “I” that I am,
or could be
are mere instruments,
fiddles without bows,
waiting for fingers
to caress and pluck
our strings
and make us sing.
~ Joseph Farley
Joseph Farley edited Axe Factory for nearly a quarter century. His books include Suckers, For the Birds, and Longing for the Mother Tongue. His poems have […]
The evening shuffles in,
the slow yawning of the sun.
Workers slowly shake off
their zombie walks,
emerge from the elevators
of glass and steel office towers
as butterflies set free from their cocoons
tired but desiring
to float free, flutter, dance
until the bars close
and the requirements
of labor dictate descent
into sheet wrappings
until the hive draws all
back to cubicles and desks.
~ Joseph Farley
Joseph Farley […]
