Lake Champlain scuttled awaybehind me when I told Emilyour escape velocity wasn’t enoughto leave Ohio behind forever.If I had been a storm I wouldhave given my winds to her eyes.If I had the necessary understandingof weather patterns I would havejust followed her into the water. More from this Author Read More in Poetry

Evening is comingclose. The damagefrom the repairis calling to bothof us. No grief cancome from knowledge& yet, I’m holdinga hammer. The boltsfrom the can are use-less to me. That doesnot mean I regretmaking the fist to holdthem for Emily.I am tense mostof the time for Emily.I’m not entirely certainwhat’s happened,& in this dimI cannot hold... Continue Reading →

I was unaccompaniedwhen it happened.I was an apple smashedinto the lunch bagof a person who hadno need for a fingerprintfrom the garden.They never should havehappened, I tell her.I never should havehappened. I’m okayliving in that margin,but if you ask me the samequestion four timesI will have to lie to you. More from this Author Read... Continue Reading →