Category: Poetry

                                      For my mother, Audrey Curley   Speaking little to no Spanish I enter the graveyard of dreams where my mother sho...

I think to feel better. I need no Time to prepare. Lying here On the floor, the problem is Never enough, too many Inches and eons. The program Loads while the h...

  Anything but melodic, from the trees They cacophone in Australian, making me Want to pin them down, to name Their othering. They sound more Annoyed than ...

Pacemaker, beta blocker, titanium knee. We’re kept in comfort at great expense. Remember yesterday when we were free? Now appointments fill our week. Always loo...

I Downtown Walter prowls the boat store, humming. He logs specs in his pocket notebook, those details ex-skippers crave: What is that glass-to-resin ratio . . ....

    late August and the earth shifted under his feet he could feel the sunlight change more angular dropping shafts of hazy light through the branches...

Three a.m. bolt of panic hits, thoughts of disasters to come. Spring out of bed, blazed by adrenaline. Transfixed by the body’s power to destroy. Everything tha...

  Stepping on the porch, I found a small gift, a faded hummingbird resting on its side. Transferring it to the palm of my hand, thinking it dead, I thought...

Let me be the bacon To your tomato heart. Heavy on the mayo, light On the toast. Deal the lettuce Leaves from their round deck. Tear the ends Of paper straws an...

  June, stay a while. Linger with me until the last bloom on the basswood tree withers, and the bees move on to bergamot. I’ll see you in the jars of...