Stories
Poetry
There is a lot about others I don’t remember, outliving an interest.
Poem of the Week
Sometimes one does wade into it or is ambushed as by a incensed fog.
Poem of the Week
It began last spring / Flowers blooming like crazy / No balm to our fear
Poem of the Week
How do wheels and wind-trash weave us into wakefulness?
Poem of the Week
As a shadow I arouse you will you believe the truth of my mouth.
Poem of the Week
Put out to pasture, flop down into clover, alternate to the glue factory.
Poem of the Week
It is like the call of a voice the call of a voice that is not there.
Poem of the Week
Translucent white prayer strings of her bonnet trailing in the air.
Poem of the Week
I have many dreams, I say. In my dreams I am better than myself.
Poem of the Week
On a jet stream, unearthly, air can travel at hundreds of miles per hour.
Poetry
I remember a field too long as the stem of a pear chosen in Upstate.
Poem of the Week
The one who sold me a smuggled gun sold me smuggled bullets.
Poem of the Week
Indifferent day. Sparrow fretting for rain gathers grass and seeds.
Poetry
We are everlasting. A friend is a friend is a friend in a string of lives.
Poetry
It could be our baby. Her eyebrow, its perfect arc, the pale blue vein.
Poetry
It was the year we learned to wash our hands. That was one lesson.
Poetry
Instead of stained glass, give us an oil slick on the New Jersey turnpike.
Poem of the Week
It’d only take a slight shift to realize his new world isn’t a danger to him.
Poem of the Week
I don’t remember being born,
only the great dog
whose fur I clung to.
Poem of the Week
The fog’s sheen is a mirror: my mother sees the terrain of the future—
Poem of the Week
Near to closing, he’d flop down in the chair to count his moldy money.
Poetry
You can tell by the walls whoever lives here doesn’t want to be seen.
Poem of the Week
I found a lodestone & I went to the creek & I buried it in the creek bed
Poetry
The beasts and fowl and all manner of slithery thing can love like us.
Poem of the Week
My world must not be made of brief encounters along the neat squares.
