Sam

Lineberger

sip hot
the head scratch blunder

threshold thrown wide

celebrant cider mouth

ready to send some

holiday cards
&

clink glass

ready to stitch
nice cinnamon

Sam Lineberger

an interrupt of pink
sqwaks down
ridgeline haze

thin gruff stayed

rhododendrons remembered bloom

listen
were at it again
a practice of wood-fire

potpourri

last of the gasoline

milkshaken gurgle
bristles weather-

front apparition

cuticles and gazes rumple october

colorful gourds
laid out for children w/ paring knife and scoop

Sam Lineberger
no grievant err
to boil us

unadorned chilled water leap ahead,

turn around
christening
our
table

groundsend

press
percolate moods,
typology a living archive

and to folds
stark blue

drawn to the same parts of

this room as you

Sam Lineberger

scant clouds dip into

hillside
swayed the side
of the tree
chemicals didnt eat

wears a quizzical
expression
more and more gnarled

Sam Lineberger

language flits

coats

boots
low boot
flannel
dark denim
patterns

which touch
a strangers

gentle cheek

gentler eye

john taggart:

writer desires community

writer will have to consider learning how to

dance
harvest

drive

pollen

into

Sam Lineberger

[take turns over

porch railing
shaking
leaf shards from our shoes and
cuffs]

leap

to

hump

lain granite
unbalancing

up above patterned arch

drivers ease off

cut brights

rubber necked

[names of all your

aunts uncles and cousins]

Sam Lineberger

pouring out into midnight,

catch a rough mouth

some

swift

driftwood lean
one russet after

flares

Ballad of the Stained Glass Window

dream is the wrong word

winter would be tile cold without you