A Reason to Leave Lake Charles The kitchen table stretches out for a mile into the next parish. Your morning lips consume half the rim of a coffee cup as you prepare to pour out your demands for the day.... Continue Reading →
Apple If this was Adam’s last kiss, how fitting it should be beneath this fringe of trees, a primitive paradise of light and lake and deep woods; his mouth tasting as tangy and sweet as the first apple of autumn... Continue Reading →
Autumn Sonnet to the Raven My coffee pot perks to the morning beats our deformed pumpkin grins at passing cars witches and ghosts will be ready tonight we all smile spying the hot fresh donuts. Blue Jays spar in the... Continue Reading →
Clarissa on the roof Clarissa on the roof holds on to the lightning rod. People take her in their stride. After all, the villagers have seen it coming. “It started when her mum locked herself in and painted tsunamis.” “Yeah,... Continue Reading →
Iceland: Notes Left Out of a Travel Journal And in this isolation I remember the one who peeled my oranges, split them sacred. Farewell into my mouth when we were nineteen— aiming for unbroken, for nothing festooned, no rind, pith,... Continue Reading →
As Befitting Majesty Reclining in a lily slipper, a toad is halfway to a prince, already satin-mantled, high above the hoi-polloi, observing the stars wheeling in their courses, clouds threatening like nations before passing over. Small as he is, the... Continue Reading →
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