top of page
  • Gary Hunter

Always the Breath - March 15, 2023

there are long complicated births

and endlessly simple deaths

and the ways we speak of them

the breath in lower and

higher octaves nouns either

whispered or shouted

often with tears of relief

or grief in those

hellos and goodbyes

for life come and goes

enters and exits

with different words for arrivals

and departures

and even from the

ever-present faces of flowers

there is an escort of oxygen

into and out of here


Recent Posts

See All

haiku - March 28, 2023

a true flea market should be offered by old dogs dried, fresh or a blend

Hiccup of the Heart - March 27, 2023

after the rain pure golden light I plop into a sunny chair who’s damp cushion eventually soaks my bottom at this moment i care more for warmth than hate wet and watch those leftover clouds crawl whi

Every So Often I Ask Why? March 26,2023

why write poetry? it doesn’t pay the rent or prepare cheesesteak sandwiches or make blankets that might warm someone you can’t dance to it walk with it or talk with it it’s not a friend but really the


bottom of page