Reading a short passage from I Sit At This Desk and Dream. You can find lots of other readings on Instagram and TikTok, both @jtessitorewriter.
But I do not know the trees
in my yard, the animals that sleep
among them, or the stream
seeping behind the shed, the vein
of some larger drainage system
that flows somehow to the sea
from my home in the hinterlands.
from “Where the Water Runs”
This was my first journal-published poem. A couple of years old. You can read the rest in The American Journal of Poetry archive.
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