Over the Virginia Range. In Reno we listen, see the news where the sun slips up the wide sky buildings dangle stoves humbled by last night’s pink moon. and Russian soldiers pleased with a part in it – ...
Read MoreAfter Elizabeth Cohen The Yes woke up to coastline sound of sand shift waltz of whale song smell of breach sound of tonnage had a bowl of tide slant with a dollop of swirled seafoam the foothills of tubercles looking so...
Read MoreGeorgia O’Keeffe photography exhibit, Cincinnati Art Museum 02/07/2023 art lives in the dead, she said, in bones and in the shadows of skulls. Lines define truth, center it between intimate detail and the remote beyond. I follow...
Read MoreWe’re on our way to the pizza place when I glance up to confront the sun-stroked cheek of a full moon, dancing naked with blowsy abandon. Across the cratered disc, my vision leaps, the night sky fresh-scoured of all but sneaky...
Read MoreWe’re thinking of ripping out the spireas that prowl the corners of the house like guard dogs on patrol, their green-eyed gazes morphing into fiery red when autumn knocks on August’s back door. It seems a proper way to control...
Read MoreSunday afternoon. A man and woman eating a late lunch in the dining room; another man drinking at the bar. The waitress is filling salt shakers. We take a front table next to the window. You and I sit against the wall while...
Read MoreWhen Jodi and I were out in our back yard picking all the juicy blackberries there was to pick, we saw a man moving a bunch of stuff into the house next door. He saw us, waved, and said he was our new neighbor, and his name was...
Read Morethe soft center of buttered bread remarking how pampering the slathering how distracting from disquiet as if stepping over as if silking over as if the heart were part of the...
Read Moreliving is not to be taken lightly— to glide through, to slide across living is climbing up, skidding down into crawling over sideways and hoping to not get hit when crossing under living...
Read MoreSitting this still day at the kitchen counter sunlight accenting dark rings on marbled red Formica near old Seth my ox of a wall clock framed three-inch thick wood when my right elbow jerks as his big hand clanks ahead one...
Read MoreChasm encircled Save for a ribbon of trail, Footworn, familiar, Forming a tether While taunting the ether that Endless night, daring To pass judgement on Gravity, a sky full of Stars turning above, Celestial arcs,...
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