about this piece Kakan2025Visual Poem Joshua Hamilton and Shiven Saxena, both assistant professors at Southwestern College in Winfield, Kansas, are collaborating on a collection of visual poems called “Homing Devices” which aims to explore the question of what constitutes a “home” and a sense of belonging in a life marked by certain nomadism and migration.... Continue Reading →
about this piece Inward Motion2025Visual Poem Joshua Hamilton and Shiven Saxena, both assistant professors at Southwestern College in Winfield, Kansas, are collaborating on a collection of visual poems called “Homing Devices” which aims to explore the question of what constitutes a “home” and a sense of belonging in a life marked by certain nomadism and... Continue Reading →
After the poem "Noon" by Louise GlückThey're older — elderly, really,but still before dying:that space of knowing imminent departureprior to evaporation.The small house breathes inthe couple's scent of soapand attic —early summer cool enough in the Ohio Valleythat the window units stay dormant.These two lead me to think all old matrimonieslive out beneficent, minimal lives... Continue Reading →
The blond tabby dartsacross boiling asphalt, hustlesits haunches right at the end before the curb & the whiteCadillac swallows it whole.Could I have closedmy eyes, contributed some cosmicnudge, sent a jolt into its hustle justa little more. Could I have bentthe rules of physics and ribbon the road aroundthe car. In this suburban jungle death loungesas though appeased,coils of... Continue Reading →
Trees interruptgestures, misplacememory’s foldedorigami.A pause in the midstof forgetting; acontinuum.Like the water hosecurling from spigot –stretching its brass ‘O’to base of dogwood –left mid-chore thethirstless mouthcontinues to irrigateravenous pinkblooms.Chthonic surplus of rootsflex into upheavalof white oak –thick gnarly limbstower heroicallyover meager pedestrians. Strain to recall each as they fade.Intimate red maplewithdraws gossip into secludedcompany, reminds... Continue Reading →
Where night risesto suck skya shriek of sunweepinginto silver powder.Tobacco on the tonguestings bitterwith the dripof a sinkinghour. In blind instincta wolf pauses,swept by tidal memory,sea across land,sharpening his ragged sight.The valley ridgewaits for deep bell:moonslips lume skinover forestand river. More from this Author Read More in Poetry
Boiling pastaand collectingscattered toysI look up to see your face:shock of familiar argumentsreconciliationsbefore a long tripsteel gray rollaboardpacked awry toiletriesof motion coilsof expansion paddingthe works with thickcartilage.Sharp angles and shadowsof our first aggressive courtshipshave broadened softened –a comprehension includingweaknesses failuresand preserves of love.Only when I look away,walk into the master bathroomand shut the doordoes the... Continue Reading →
I wipe clean mantlepiecepolish blank the mirrorsscrape cold ash of fireplaceso the dead starve in their hollowhalls — remembranceas negative renovationstripping bare living rooms, patios, and kitcheninto one long corridor:interior design offour gray linesto infinity, almosttouching, a throngof fading ghosts between.We please the living — stuff themwith electricity, air conditioning,computers — their half-lifeof milliseconds feverishly... Continue Reading →
“Mi amor es paso, tránsito, larga muerte gustada”-Federico García LorcaSun spotlights the measured pass of hours:slow wilt of alcohol and tobaccoin the bare oven of a box housein sub-tropical Texas.Rhythm of detergent paint-drippedacross enamel basket, sough of rumpled cloth,door bang and pump, the soiled weightunder salt-stained sun.Water flows and washcycles time through wobbly sprints of... Continue Reading →
