“Sky Collapses on the Passamari” – By G. Karl Marcus

Sky Collapses on the Passamari Winter sky drapes the land, like a canopy dropped by unseen hands upon a cage. Farm ground blurs between houses at an imprecise place, over the creek,  beyond my neighbors’ spruce.  Past what we can see spreads the topography of an uncertain age. Fence posts pitch and lose themselves in […]

“Fukushima, Passamari, Spring” – By G. Karl Marcus

This intriguing beautiful poem was contributed to Boiling Frogs Post by G. Karl Marcus: Fukushima, Passamari, Spring Bow-legged two-legged, leaning on his hoe peers for garlic, late beneath the plum. Cuffs unbuttoned cut the wind like wings. He veers a stretch of sky between limbs and bed, tallying spears as if a golden gauging hares. […]