Why threaten a singing man with the stones of existence



My big hand and I sometimes feel like the shadows of godly things



The feast is full of vices :: the wolf ofpolitesse



The moon is what I do not have on the other side of falling



Why does the invention of zero take away one’s strength for death



Too many words empty the tomb



My life is no taller than the man who lies down in lilac shadows



Why shouldn’t I write mysterious poems if I am not grief



I started with what no one had :: and nurtured how the soul would end



Carrying a river tied to my belt :: I love other men who drift



All my life is memory coming closer to the shore




Grant Hackett is a passionate advocate of the one line poem who blogs his poems at Falling Off the Mountain. When not writing poems, he indexes books. Some publications: Lilliput Review, Roadrunner Haiku Journal, Presence, Four and Twenty.