a smattering of things
Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
metamorphosis, or something like it
i would look back every time
because i already do;
magnets cannot control polarity
the river cannot resist the sea
heavy clouds open their arms and let loose their cargo
orpheus turned because the oceans turn to see the moon
and are changed
are changed
are changed
you are the moon
i am the ocean
i see you
and i’m changed
i’m changed
i’m changed
-rjm
ghazal of a specific desire
a study of something so common as someone’s lips;
summer sun and sea spray teasing the pink of your lips
my finger finds the loose seam of the quilt under the eclipse;
in the midday midnight, how dim the pink of your lips
the bar lined with mint juleps;
a clove cigarette and the pink of your lips
come back here and use these whips;
the bite on my skin like the pink of your lips
i watch your constellation as it slips;
and fades into the pink of your lips
-rjm
what is a ghazal?
loose threads 