Poetry
Poem of the Week
Redemption is a broken bar on a cage. Loss is a sky of stars.
Poem of the Week
You have to be three times better than the white kids, at everything.
Poem of the Week
It’s silly, I know, half-expecting to see Apollo playing lyre to a muse.
Poetry
On the other side of Paris an exhibit depicts their home, which is nowhere.
Poetry
Beggars know to emerge when you’ve more than enough to give.
Classics
A week later, I said to a friend: I don’t think I could ever write about it.
Poem of the Week
Never takes much, a fingertip’s touch, or beak-brush of prey-probing bird.
Poetry
Snow on blue roof tiles—sleeping village awakened by waves.
Poem of the Week
Summer’s erosion has begun, all that taking the waves from shore.
Poem of the Week
The people awakened, rose up, raged at tyrants garbed in uniforms.
Poem of the Week
I remember a child’s fingers on his wrist as they traced the blue.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
Real ones get through again and again.
Poem of the Week
It is this—what you hear when you stop listening—that counts.
Poetry
Like a god I shook their tiny worlds, terrible but ineffectual storms.
Poem of the Week
Gravity bends together this planet and your life, made of glass.
Poem of the Week
I hope I do not baffle or bluff. I hope I will not raise your hopes.
Poetry
The grass is always greener in the cemetery, was a joke I made to Jed.
Poem of the Week
I should look at what I’ve done. How loosely she let him come to me.
Poem of the Week
He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Drowning people will do anything for air.
Poetry
My mother stands at the doorway, her broad face turned to the earth.
Poem of the Week
Whales are very big (I saw one on a beach once) but trash is way bigger.
