Author: admin

I lost a friend the other day,
not the way people lose their dog
and put up posters on telephone poles

and she is there
her glasses inches
from my bony white torso

it’s hard
to change direction after a bad start

I’m standing on our old front porch,
The house with the long doorbell, windows
Shuttered.

I would like to hide from the world; the ice mansion of Dr. Zhivago. only one white road in and out. In winter, flames rainbow the icicles. A small room — walnut table and chair— used envelopes for starting poems. In...

I see my dog
all-assed out
in the mirror—

Make it two cherries, thanks—
my friend and I will share the revelry.

And I saw you taking pictures
of the stars, your form a black hole
against a speckled evening sky
my heart drawn, helplessly, into it.

Make no doubt about it,
strings are true.