Remnants In the Kitchen After You Leave for Work A perfect circle of milk that glistens white and translucent on the table - a memento, or perhaps an echo of your porcelain cereal bowl. The melange of coffee and dark... Continue Reading →
Greek to Me Rain comes down, soft at first my brothers and some friends play through it in our pickup game of unholy football on the holy ground of the Greek Orthodox church in nineteen seventy two. Then it comes... Continue Reading →
Alimony for A Church Mouse Following steps leading to a sanctuary Unable to let go Invisible forest pathways only as big as the interior of rounded bone, only as wide as the late winter skyline closure Softly after some god... Continue Reading →
In Fire Red He asked me for a list I’m seeing a man at the florist My wrinkled page slid on a glass counter top I’ll ask for a protea A single protea Wooden branch for a stem A bloom... Continue Reading →
Inspiration Buffet: This week's buffet features a poem from Risa Denenberg which stirs to mind the concept of "a body of work." While we work diligently on individual poems, submit them to journals where they are scattered about, and occasionally... Continue Reading →
Stuck In “The Office” The office is where my young cousins and I were shooed off to whenever the restaurant got too busy on a weekend night after a ball game that brought in hoards of youth…not much older than... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 