"Visualize World Peace"on a rusted VW vanbumperstuck in 1968and memory attacks of Blind Faithpsychedelving into meditationsinging I can't find my way homeits guitar waking a familiar achingfor how it was gonna beall so beautifuland everyone in loveAnd now it's just a strollto the combination deli-gas-stationto buy a paperand comb the classifiedsa decade olderand somebody said... Continue Reading →
my friend Mark is frail and worn from his human yearseach day he pulls closer to the ground—if a sparrow were to alight on his shoulderhe’d lie down and subsume the weight of its soaring days,its starry nights, the very song inside himleaving its infinite mark and chirp of winged sighs Read More in Poetry
You, who read these wordsfeast on a glorious cadaver.An already obsolete collection:chance gatheringof syllables, made obsolete.By yesterday’s observation, last week’s dictionary.Yet, these words are as alive as I. A breathing creation, the only creation I amcapable of. The ugly child of dreams and love and hope. Sent on their way intoa snowy and inattentive world.... Continue Reading →
In the middle of townthere was a billboard, faded, timewornfor Butchart Gardensanother 590 miles away.I don’t remember looking at it that last day.There is a metal dragon statueslithering on the east side of I-5just out of town.I don’t remember marking it when I left.I don’t remember the valley falling awayin August variations of tan and... Continue Reading →
Nathan House had been something of an athlete in his youth. He wasn’t blessed with an abundance of natural gifts, but anyone who competed with or against him back then would nod and acknowledge, “He does okay,” a reasonably strong endorsement in northern New England. But Nathan never expected that his quest to remain an... Continue Reading →
Anna perched on the rickety farmhouse porch, her gaze fixed on the dark horizon, and wondered how she had become this person. Trapped and cowered by his anger and moods – she prayed for relief but knew only constant fear and dread. She watched the afternoon sun fall lower in the sky as the bank... Continue Reading →
i sit in damp sun & let her consumeme, allow for my body to be taken by forces i can’t house. the sun will still be here when all i am is ground & so, like a deity, i bow to her, spread mystrained legs over sharp grass, lower my back & tilt my sour face... Continue Reading →
Nights the place would glowwhite like a glass spacecraftwith every interior lightturned on while landingin the Mohave at midnight.And she was therein pink uniform, pen and padin front pocket, pot of coffeein hand, and interest in her eyes.An all-night diner isn’t homenot the type of home most understandbut a feeling of escapinginto a non-reality of beingsomeone... Continue Reading →
It's so beautiful says the younggirl to her mother, and mistfrom her breath creates an angelon the clear cold glass of the windowas they peer out and watchold man Ford across the street shovelingsnow that has collapsed from a wintry skylike a 10-story building fallingin an earthquake, crumbling across his drive,his avenue of escape for... Continue Reading →
1.In the remaining light of the dayI remembered I’d stopped writing poetry,so I said a small prayer,then ate a plum over the sink.2.looking up from my book,I saw a bird fly off a pink roof,the train carried me to greater lonelinesswhile a kid shouted, “I can see hundreds of trees.”3.when I am not around anymore,what... Continue Reading →
