Poetry

  Robbie Gamble: For the past several summers I have spent time on the Arizona/Mexico border, working with an organization that provides medical and...

Partly wreckage See Left leg Not going as the leg once went Not light The way the light once went Before the light went dim And a field grew out of...

A bride and groom, two figurines, topped a wedding cake. After the wedding photographer had backed into the cake to try to get a...

Because someone has to go back, I return to that boy showering unaware of his stepdad listening at the bathroom door with its little hook for the...

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....

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Your memories like cells...these imperfect combinations

E.M. Forster’s definition of plot is less about plot than the length of narrative you drag around. You hear it all the time: after sixty years...

Glimmer on the sidewalk August grit smells of old hotdog water pigeons bathing in fountains children running into fountains shimmying up fire-escapes and this whole damn apple wavy with summer stank and...

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...

Eastern Screech Owl   Outside my daughter’s window— she’s eight—a screech owl in a pilfered nest in the hollow of a horse chestnut tree.   The squirrel squawks, glaring first at me,...

Be in the world for me while I sleep  do you hear that voice outsmarting itself again saying saying makes it so send a green fly to annoy send a black fly for torment from your cave doorway...