PM & AM aren’t really separated by a unit clocks measure.
It’s more about the content of their moments. (And, sometimes, the color of the sky.)
I don’t remember which Kay Ryan poem I read first, but each one struck me with their scope. With diamond density, Ryan concentrates universal experiences into everyday moments, many of which we’ve lived but overlooked. That expansion/contraction pattern, coupled with her masterful use of internal rhyme and rhythm (the etymological parallels between which I’m just now noticing), are the cornerstones of her work I attempted to chisel out and use in my own poems here.
Click read Paired Things, one of my personal favorites by Kay Ryan.
There is pain in publishing work for me. So often, whatever grand mental revelation I feel I’ve made doesn’t take form the way I saw it in my mind. It looks lumpy, trite, or tawdry when brought out into the real world. I also bear a worry that the work will be misunderstood as an attempt on my part to appear deep and philosophical. The language I use can be antiquated, my sentences drawn out, and the content unapproachable and riddled with parentheticals and hyphenations. But it’s all true to me. This is how I see the world, and sometimes (often, always), it hurts to communicate. This poem’s probably about that.