Early morning loading up buckets in the carport moths bang against the lightbulb above I cling to the sleeve of his jacket the tremor from the engine makes me shake as we slip out onto the bayou Staying at his elbow the mist makes this…

Below is a list of ten words. Please pick at least five of them to use in your poem. If you want to use all ten, please do so. beet jacket tremor bayou elbow lightbulb cinnamon bucket elk carport   Quake the tremors deep in…

Emergent The road less traveled is far more bumpy With less care put in to maintain In parts the road is overgrown In others it fades only to reappear again Where you least expect it The swamps were a surprise The trees a spindled, branches…