Dream Catchers These hairy, feathery, stringy things are supposed to catch my dreams, but I don’t believe it. I’ve hung them above my bed and inspected them carefully in the morning but I’ve never found a dream caught in them,... Continue Reading →
not quite out of sight since then we start again a dash a hiss a bit of us gets a grip someone else’s eyes to look into we stay up for sunrise from the landfill from the shore amongst the... Continue Reading →
Final Observation 1 There is no death for memories as long as they can be turned to stories 2 skin turns to things just recalled write down this which sticks out amidst ethers of numbness and forgetting sparks falling into... Continue Reading →
Our Old Man at the Piano Last year they put a piano in the Dartmouth ferry terminal. It is often left alone. It is often used by amateurs. However, there is a childsized man in his late 50s, early 60s,... Continue Reading →
Funeral Sandwiches It comes down to the ceremony now, the detail. Pressing your shirt with the cutaway collar, not too much starch, the way you liked it. I sent the shoes that were a bit small, but they were so... Continue Reading →
You’ll Go She tells you grace is boring And you believe her Because her mouth moves like foreign language. So, grace must be boring. She believes in things Like the beautiful corpse And that people with mortgages are boring; Like... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 