Poetry
Poem of the Week
When the light failed she listed all the places he might find her.
Poetry
We might have seen it coming, had we not had our eyes fixed on it.
Poem of the Week
The portal light, on your face, now, a rose light on a sinking freighter.
Poem of the Week
A boy knew he wouldn’t see his mother’s face as he rose from the mat.
Poetry
An idea surfacing—a crack of orange teeth. As if a ceiling disappears.
Poem of the Week
I don’t know you, I only think of you to ignore how unhappy I am.
Poem of the Week
I tried to cheer my brother up by reminding him all clowns die too.
Poem of the Week
I am the king of doing wheelies on the Stingray bicycle of my mind.
Poem of the Week
Let me lie down with you and listen, let me tell you what I know.
Poem of the Week
We could use our arms to squeeze or hold or load not a gun, not a gun.
Poem of the Week
She takes her hand to my scalp: eyes close as if tasting lemon cake.
Poem of the Week
There is a pinhole of light through the fog. A skiff on a lake.
Poem of the Week
Turns out my body’s a dollar sweet potato, her screen said.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
We could have everything and still be hurt.
Poem of the Week
ursula says she’s seen everyone she loves in an apple, save herself.
Poetry
If every cowboy has a sad song, I’m afraid you are mine to perform.
Poem of the Week
I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots outside in the night.
Poem of the Week
Omens from the Lord, or Nature, the clouds, some darker silhouette.
Poem of the Week
Limbo: Latin, limbus, meaning a hem between sclera and cornea.
Poem of the Week
I remember speaking to Allison who asked me if I wanted to be a girl.
Poem of the Week
Bear: You were a good ranger, walking carefully between the trees.
Poem of the Week
Here is where you touch the world and here are the words to feel its heat.
Poem of the Week
Enough with the stranger, their transcendent experience of art.
Poetry
What I really meant to say is that I am tired. Beauty can demand so much.
