1 Poem by Jnana Hodson

Listen With Hands: XXXVI

This other Washington
has a vegetable market down the street
and Hawaiian sneakers

I’d swear that bird was singing
“Let’s go, Red Sox! Let’s go, Red Sox”
in the middle of a hot streak
REMDAWG its own mantra

Too much sugar
not enough crotchety - turn demanding, boy
and whip it around

By the way, did she ever get
to that horseback riding?
Happy trails and pleasant dreams
your adoring fan in the North

Unlike the young pastor
looking for the church
within the church
somewhere along the seaboard


Bionote

A native of the Midwest, Jnana Hodson spent four years in the interior desert of the Pacific Northwest corner of the United States, leaving shortly after Mount St. Helens erupted and covered his home eighty miles away in volcanic ash. He now lives on the other side of the country, where he blogs at Jnana's Red Barn (jnanahodson.net).