Category: Volume 7.2 | Winter 2024

Christmas Ghost

Christmas settles over the lake grown cold,and long gone are summer days' squeals and shrieks.The once valiant sun's rays quickly fold,leaving behind the destruction frost wreaks.A lone mallard's my only solstice guest,softly quacking as it putters about.It gives no hint of any greater questthan searching out bugs from their wet redoubt.It knows not of the... Continue Reading →

Asana

I’d crawl back in bed butnothing alive really sleeps.It only closes its eyes.Guess I’ll do some yoga.Double-down-dog on disappearing.Be a mouse in a quiet house.Love is yoga in emptiness,seeking the center of a spherethat has no circumference.Bring it down to corpuscle and bone.Give it a spine and, like Frankenstein,silence itself will breathe. More from this... Continue Reading →

In Spite of

ever blooming wounds we are light sleepers nowI’ve known rivers older than any veins I’ve heard the Nile roar in Bible lessonsI’ve heard the Mississippi flood its mudin history textbooks;the rivers grow us no matter whatdeath upbraids the fleshthe seas save our soulsif we meet disaster and hold onlavender wildflowers return meto a myth that doesn’t exist yet desire... Continue Reading →

In Red Lodge, Montana

There’s a hidden mountain roadto a geology camp that localsknow to drive on clear nights,to the lookout point.City lights blink like stars,form a grid, irregular at the edges.We stayed in a cabinthat summer—the last Dad was ok.Sometimes I go back there,to see the world, smaller. Read More in Poetry...

The Train

I was hungry that morning;he began making something to eat,but he really was not in the moodfor more dirty dishes.And, all he could say wasthat he had not slept very well, andthat I should just get out.So I got out,and outside,the temperature had dropped below zero.Though I could not help but look back,my hand was... Continue Reading →

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