hold luck in my ageing hand feel it softly scrabble for the light i am stronger but what do i command? even a cricket in this grasping night that i enclose with fingers uncertain take it out to late september eve toss it in...
Read More“A birthday is just an ordinary day,” my partner says to me in bed, late, three nights before my birthday. We are finally talking after an entire day of complete disengagement, which is common in our relationship, him being very...
Read MoreHanging from its pedicel, sepal leaves pointing toward the warmest star, the placenta gives birth to seeds suspended in a fruity gel. Plucked when ripe, red as blood, its umami taste with a tempered sweetness is cooked,...
Read MoreThe black wrought iron railing supports my mood as I stare down metal steps to the Manhattan cellar restaurant. At my fingertips, I sense your hand in mine as we walk those steps for the hundredth time. I hear our laughter...
Read MoreFarmhouse door with Windexed storm panes opens into autumn under heavens anchored by indolent stars forced to burn as dusk bows to twilight. The burn ignites my bones. I accept a deep, cool breath, and wait for your hand. We...
Read Moremy zucchini plants teem with aphids. Gray ones in multiple sizes! Infants. Nymphs. Adults discharging more infants – who fall out, grow up and reproduce again – robust and swarming every surface. They’re...
Read Morewe found his cherub cheeks bleached like a sheet flagging surrender in a field shifting into sand his chariot—once yawning ambition in the trophy room—became a mass of metal netted with nettle the rest we assumed...
Read MoreWhether we bring to words some wilderness of chaos or sing of all things passionate and good, the currency in which we trade is never mocked – judgment comes and the poem in the shredder is forgotten long before the song sent...
Read MoreMade malleable in flaming forges of the mind, words take their shape – grasped by the tongs of form and pummeled by the hammer of imagination – they bend submissive to our will upon the anvils of our art. Or so we...
Read MoreSnow falls heavily today and everywhere the whiteness floats in reeling, swirling skeins, like long white sheets – the winding sheets of birth and death – that wrap the cold year at its end yet cover softly the beginnings of the...
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