You see them for a few days every summerat the cabin by the lake on their docks:Jill & Zolt, Jack & Vicky. You’ve watchedeach other’s kids grow up diving into cold water,learning to drive a tin-boat. The conversationnever goes beyond the weather, or plans for the fall.You’re lounging on a soundstage, your dock friendsthe props.... Continue Reading →

After Katana Smith A fig tree grows on our boulevard;between the sidewalk and street; fifteen feet tall; one root pushes upa slab of concrete; probes for nutrition in the sewer pipe below;hundreds of figs droop like testicles beneath their branches; leavesworthy of a Greek statue; the tree feels #noshame; over-ripe fruitsquishes through my fingers; like... Continue Reading →