Poets
Awareness comes on like an atmosphere. A delicate mixture of humours and gas. It is the first inhalation beneath a …
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Axioms
The homey axioms are happy endings going nowhere. Too shaken to grip the tree, they are peaches in a tempest. …
Close to the Center
By 3:30 the school is an empty husk. Children bundle home through the animated fog of their breath, full of …
I Drink for Love
I am caught between a primal scream and a love poem. I have written about my passion for a subatomic …
When Visions Are All That Remain
Louise holds a handful of rain and dares me to defy it. Louise takes my hand and dares me to …
Bookends by Dylan
My children will go as soon as they grow for there ain’t nothing here now to hold them. The sound …
On a Road in Maine
On rocks at the edge, lighthouses standout in refraction and reflection. Outliers beaming sixteen miles over serried waves. The earth …
The Buffet Dinner Blues
Curtis is in the jailhouse drinking from an old tin cup. Dehlia’s in the graveyard she may never get up. …
After Reading Hart Crane’s Chaplinesque
In memory of a kitten and a dark mark on my soul… We come to this life full of doubt. …
