Morning is
inviting for a moment:
quiet tranquil lighting for a moment.
quiet tranquil lighting for a moment.
Nothing is
as dead as my savasana
while daydreams are biting for a moment.
while daydreams are biting for a moment.
H-I-J-K-LMNOPing:
headwaters reciting for a moment.
headwaters reciting for a moment.
Cell phone
throned Kubota orange, making hay.
A pastoral knighting for a moment.
A pastoral knighting for a moment.
Humming
Highway 7A to Siri.
Fourteen parts air igniting for a moment.
Fourteen parts air igniting for a moment.
Half-hung
wallpaper and window casings
but four walls uniting for a moment.
but four walls uniting for a moment.
A flurry of
punches above my weight
seize with type-bars fighting for a moment.
seize with type-bars fighting for a moment.
Wielding
limp shovels under Northern Lights
as if expediting for a moment.
as if expediting for a moment.
Words/worth
living for a day of writing;
my day of writing, for a moment.
my day of writing, for a moment.
Joseph Cassidy-Skof’s poems have appeared in journals,
agendas, and workbooks such as Moleskin, Quo Vadis and Hilroy. He was recently published in broadside form by Peterborough’s bird, buried press. Joseph is an
English Literature undergrad at Trent University Durham, and lives in the hills
of Scugog with his wife, Jesse, and their newborn son, Ellis.
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