I'm reading more poetry, so maybe some of the structure will seep into me. Right now, I just do what I think looks or reads right.
Yesterday, I received The Existentialist Cookbook in the mail. It is a long chapbook of poems by Shawnte Orion, whose poetry I discovered in the online journal Bird's Thumb. I have a goal of getting published by them one day, as I love their voice and the eclectic, long collections they offer in each issue. Anyway, his poem made me laugh aloud, so I bought his work.
The shadow of pigeons
the eyes of the women
as they lifted narrow
faces to the