Shift, Larry Thacker

Rain comes slantedfrom the wrong direction,as if we can nameright from wrong weather, splatting into front windshields today,rather than against the rear end of traffic. itself in gigantic swathsof cloud and wave. We are blind,attentive in the same breath. * Larry D. Thacker’s poetry is in over 150 publications including Spillway, Still: The Journal, ValparaisoContinue reading “Shift, Larry Thacker”

A Center of Things, Larry Thacker

As I’ve arrived homein the evenings lately,a pair of rabbits are sometimes outin the next door field, near the same spot, the center of things,among clover islandsand where the hard rains gather upinto a tiny temporary pond. There is no cover out there.Safety is a goodly sprint offto the wood lines. They show little signContinue reading “A Center of Things, Larry Thacker”