to make amends to the world,
to voices in the wind
denied by closed windows,
to ghosts old and new
that pick and fret at loose threads,
to all the colors we never chose
to use, to crumbs forgotten
—discarded, not swept up
that fell between the cracks
to disappear but never really left,
to things we should have thought
or said but never did or
touches we ought to have spent?

and now i look at the curve of your back
and how light lines your shoulder
but doesn’t reach your spine
so much shadow
in a deafening silence
spanning the gap between us
and wonder
where do we start?

Selected byNolcha Fox
Image credit:Anita Jankovic

author bio: Jan Harper


Enjoyment of the written word is a gift I've been granted all my life; to have others enjoy what I write is another, more surprising one.


When a poet's words are read, minds connect at an infinitely intimate level.


My writing has appeared in various print publications, from single pieces to arrangements of 10, plus in numerous spots across the web over the past 20 years.


I'm an ex-Brit living in America with my husband, mother-in-law, dog, cats and chickens, plus coyotes, rabbits, deer, possums and other wild critters; when I'm not writing poetry, I can be found with my hands in the dirt, planting and growing a kaleidoscope of produce, or making jams and good meals from the harvest. Painting, knitting, needlecraft and more all express my love of creating.


(photo taken with my phone of a little spot near Southend, England, where I once sat and ate burger and chips as I contemplated being a mermaid)