New Delta Review was gracious enough to accept 3 new poems (yes, mine) for their forthcoming issue. Go to NDR to check out Anders Carlson-Wee’s beautiful poem, “Riding the Owl’s Eye,” which, in part, reminds us just what the hell it is poets do.
We must peer out from inside the owl’s eye.
Watch the coal dust cook in the wind eddies.
Watch it linger. Watch it spiral thinly as it bruises
the blue-faded mind of the buffalo sky.