Hannah Six: Poems

Finite By Hannah Six I promised    a heron  slate-feathered       bare-limb balanced  who tilted his head    and  an interlude o...

Today feels like the day after Christmas. Gifts received (oh, that inauguration!), poetry project complete — and a few extra hours added bac...

we filled the streets  and all is well   we remain divided  and united  in hope   we came      together   to start  afresh   this world    o...

truth and justice demanded voice again   again   starved  for a language of our own    we   nevertheless   offered all  we had   froz...

1 year + 2 million deaths  later   more/less   this  new  unchanged world < maskless   but too  many   culling their own  herd   som...

vanishing sunset glimpsed in a rear-view mirror so fragile is hope © 2021 by Hannah Six

day turns to rain as you walk home   hair  tight against your skull   a plastic scarf and several coats of spray it will last   you  ...