Beyond Badges and Barbed Wire
 
Baklava
 
River Run
 
Red Ride
 
Raven Heart
 
That Wild Thing
 
Tsunami
 
August 4th
 
Urban Spring
 
Yellow Canyons
 
Edge of the World
 
Silver Weaver
 
Grace
 

 
Perfect Pen 

I’m always looking for the perfect pen.
The kind of pen I like flows, glides,
slips evenly across the white plane,
we tango together, sweep the stage,
hear the milonga’s beat--two-four time.
I am coupled with my perfect pen
as it pivots and tilts, taps out thoughts
one after another. It dissolves any perceptible
difference between pen, paper, hand;
hand and arm, arm and brain, brain and thought.

The perfect pen erases laundry list thoughts,
lets me sashay into the moment’s tempo,
so rich and round, that when I write about it
you can smell the butternut squash baking in the oven,
feel the chill of winter in the floorboards under your feet.



 

 Diane Sherman