Each poem is a resurrection

 Each poem is a resurrection, but one that engages us with a vulnerable body that may yet again slip into oblivion.

-Jacques Derrida

Photo: Carolin Gutt, Shock

What are those things?**

— What are those things
that shine in the sky,
— I asked my mother.

— Bees, she answered

Every night since then,
my eyes eat honey.

-Humberto Ak abal

**NOTE: April is National Poetry Month. Do yourself a favor and read a poem today. 


Image: Hollie Chastain, Fresh Courage