Goby's Journal September 27, 2015 Spelling –she made them casting far & broad The Seedlings interrupted by hope with nowhere else to go Grow them by the door step two by two, each of a kindness we have not seen lo these many years Poetry generates poetry, though I can not speak it Every one of us, lost in our own mother’s tongue Goby’s Journal September 29, 2015 Days without sun There was the Black Stallion before he became famous in my dream I rode a bicycle down a long hill weaving from one side of the path to the other the door to our apartment on the wrong side of the hall When I entered the room I saw from the loft that the auditorium was already filled Tomorrow, I will learn about trees Goby’s Journal September 30, 2015 Learning the names of the trees We are waking from a collective dream Storms at sea, days without sun Wet roof tops mirror the sky Goby’s Journal October 1, 2015 Days with sun Curbside streams ferry fallen leaves broken umbrellas I don’t want to understand this poem a shower of words late in the afternoon is everything we wished for Animals have taught me another way neither from or about they have taught me Goby’s Journal October 2, 2015 The oldest tradition is without borders Days without sun Missing the walk among the trees I failed to rescue myself from dreams Joaquin is lost at sea Goby’s Journal October 4, 2015 No sun for days the streets of Carolina are awash with rain houses dissolve into the sea
Jacob Russell's Magic Names 