45th Street, El Porto, mid-1970’s, looking north toward El Segundo’s Standard Oil Pier.
Behind this wall of paper lives a poem no subscription will reveal. The poem is invisible. No journal can hold this poem. There is no log-in, no fee, no access, yet the poem is free. The words spill into the paper like seawater over a levee. This poem must be imagined. Later, after the reader leaves this book-less library, a pinch of dry salt will be enough to recall this poem.
"The Coming of the Toads" by Joe Linker is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License, and Copyright 2007-2020 Joe Linker - author of "Penina's Letters," "Coconut Oil," "Scamble and Cramble: Two Hep Cats and Other Tall Tales," "Saltwort," "Alma Lolloon," and "end tatters."
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… She writes through water,
plankton spinning under stars,
coding the cosmos …
My pinch of salt :) recalling lines from a poem of mine.
… She writes through water,
plankton spinning under stars,
coding the cosmos …
My pinch of salt :) recalling lines from a poem of mine.
Salt and sugar, oil and vinegar, lard and lettuce write poetry!