Category: Poetry

your silence unnerves me I know you are here yet search your hiding spaces to no avail and so I go about my day and suddenly you appear stealth-like silent with your tiny mew to rub against my legs to ask for dinner and those...

We stayed on an Air bnb boat on the Seine at the base of the L’Ouvre for our honeymoon Our lock still lives on the Locks of Love Bridge and a piece of my heart will always live in Paris looking out on the city from the top...

I’m not ready to let you go when the cancer takes its hold and there are no other options I cannot imagine a world or a life without you even if one day I am lucky enough to fall in love again you are and will forever be...

1 a bird house crushed by its red maple bulldozed by a Caterpillar: 2 my sister sculpts battered objects forgotten at the scene of disposal into objects gathered by her hands: 3 [if] we find comfort in our place, there we are...

We are all, in some sense, bound east for Cardiff– our lives fading in some dingy hold– holding some dingy hand we barely knew. We die alone on a vast sea– a part of its endless motion, but never in view of it.   Michael J....

American teenager sleeping by the tidepools at low tide, coming down from a high on summer solstice, two weeks before that trip to Europe…

their sheen– as if polished with mucus– their scuzzed wings as if they had cuddled with a cheese grater. Their double squawk as if sound were chalk and the sky around a black...

I close the guidebook, tuck it under an arm, face St Mark’s Basilica, believing our ancestors generated faith through Art. Everywhere I look, details of the facade glint sunlight off layers of white marble. I stare at the...

Elbows pushed into your sides, you steady the phone camera, step closer to where I sit on a wooden bench in Schiller Park. Your finger pushes the button to catch only a suggestion of intimacy. You hand my phone back to me, plop...

Night’s stars break through holes in the sky, 6000 thumb-size moons I gaze at fixedly as if to escape smallness of myself lounging in a white, wicker chair on the front porch. I’ve never studied astronomy, know...