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The First Morning of Quarantine

we are standing feet apart between thorny rose vines, some potted sapling trees. A child, unaware the rules, breathes in, chokes out, weaving too close to...

Duologue with the Pandemic

                                after Xavier Villaurrutia [first day ] No one home. In the...

Four Poems by Charles Bernstein

Loose Lips Lift All Slips It wasn’t so long ago and then it was. Sliding till you hit false bottom, wrestling metaphor for sleep. It wasn’t so long and then...
Office chair in field

Away from my Dream Desk

The machine powers up bad. Time to grow summer, hours of green and forgetting.

To My Daughter, In the Present

If I were to tell you just one thing              in between the waves of pandemic        ...

The Most Poetic Thing

At 6 a.m., I read Lorca’s Poema del Cante Jondo. I take a photo Of “La Lola” in the sunlight and post it on Facebook...

Rabbit in Moonlight

Rabbit in moonlight startles as my door opens and clicks shut, but rabbit doesn’t run: it waits, poised on my lawn, interrupted. If I don’t get too close, it...

Remembrance Day

for John W. Pritchard, Jr. We should remember all the dead of the Sixth Marines. They survived the Battle of Okinawa, its rot stench under a "typhoon of steel," then they prepared...

Appliances

On Tuesday the latch knob hurtles off the toaster, startles me, small silver bullet of the morning. On Wednesday, pressing down the lever, I flinch and take...
ScreenShot of Dear Grace, and interactive poem.

Dear Grace: A Poem from the Department of Justice

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Henry and Ralph

To open separate window, click button on upper right of display   Image: "Beauty of Twilight " by Eddi van W. , licensed under CC...

The Stoplight at the Corner Where Somebody Had to Die

They won’t put a stoplight on that corner till somebody dies, my father would say. Somebody has to die. And my mother would always repeat: Somebody...