Everything For Real
What does it mean to call yourself Glue All?Really? Glue everything?Okay, paper, plastic, wood—but failure,fog, memories? What then is everything?It …
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The Magic of Crows
If the sadness of a tolling bellis the absence of melody,the heartbeat is a melancholy rhythmwe don’t want to escape,but …
Answers
AnswersIf my body becomes my soul, where will I be?Where will I go to feel the world pressagainst me, the …
Father’s Day
I did not see your faceat the end. You slippedaway unseen, unknown.I would rediscover youto fully understandthe meaningwhen I see …
Just Make-Believe
Oh soul,animate me—a dream-dippedyapping sock-puppet.Release me,let me triangulatetoday’s truth,the good work,the years spenton penance-worn knees—finding out what’s wrong with me.I …
Why I Get Out of Bed…
After James TateSmall birds want seedRabbits prefer oatsBig jays measure peanutsSquirrels eat everythingFeeding time, such a tangle—Feathers/fur, tooth/clawEvery beak a …
Year of the Saw
After Camille T. Dungy The smell of catastrophe descends like age.A year for danger, chemical reek, claws, tension.This year is …
Heal
After John Ashbery Living in America as this goes onit would be prudent to look out for one another.Terrible events …
From Mystery Cave State Park
It is dark in the cave today…Self DefenseAfter Margaret AtwoodUnder the cracked whipWe build elaborate defensesagainst the bicker of our …
A Language of Hope
Light morning mist coats roses.Mrs. Rafferty hangs washing inhope of better things to come.The day holds my own hopes,searching for …
Poetry on the run 