Poetry

I almost died in West Virginia, not from the cold or heat— in winter there’s dead trees to burn, in summer the Cheat River. Perhaps I...

Tonight the harbor is the sea: waves thunder, detonate on rocks, slosh over the seawall. The glaring moon has dissolved the stars. Few others are out, it is...

Summer in Chicago. Day five with the cousins. You are with your sister at a different lake. When you come home we will divorce. We have not told...

yarrow+ ferns +vetch +++clamber over stone foundations ++++++++of the vanished cabins ++++++++of the extraordinarily stubborn who tried to farm steep slopes +++who built beside quick brooks but one day had...

Papa hated liverwurst and ordered it just to cuss. To plant his flag in the restaurant. To watch the waiter tremble before Caesar one moment and beg...

A yard is a box with its lid tilted up so anyone can look inside +++++++++++++++++++and get closure. I looked all day through the gaps in...

What a good use of time falling is & regardless of the into, i.e. a pile of leaves, their rustle, a love, the little sigh a bed...

And here she is: thirst. A parable about a drowning man. A skull found by the edge of a river. Gully of a mouth, bank of a woman....

may it remain unchartered, chatter of latesinging mockingbirds, it is daybreak no matter when awakened. how else to halt the haunting but to avoid the night? all...

We sandbag the ventricle leak of ancient light to restore haloes to the right objects –freezers, turn signals, microwaves. Everything is early, spry with milt, the delicate...

Robert’s black hi-top fade has been dyed blue this week, and after I teach the prompt to prepare these third and fourth graders to write poems on constellations they’ve created by connecting the...

The following is a list of possible illnesses one may face during an expedition and the essential tools to survive. LOST-FOG ++++++++++++Fire-mirrors, ++++++blanket shelter, stone saw, ++++++++++++opticompass,...