Narrative Creature

born of story

built together, sinew

to sinew, by word,

page by page, stepping

and stomping, becoming,

until given a name

then scratched out

and tossed into 

a wastepaper basket.

The Never Knows

I don't know,

they want to say, I 

can't,

or even, I can't know

always asking, 

Why don't you know,

What can't you do,

if one day you decided

I could know, I could do,

just not yet.

A Jo Bell Poem

yes, the family

was far-flung, the wounds

were made deep

what he built

was decidedly razed

he was the subject

of much celestial debate

a whirlwind appeared

to him, inciting questions,

others could not answer

so they went away.

 

JD DeHart