Judy and Clark A poem by Kevin Shyne Judy and Clark A hummingbird lured by sugar water flew into a trap, soft-sided made of mesh, a scarlet box hanging from a line like a mid-air lobster pot. A gentle hand transferred the bird... Continue Reading →
Logan’s Bath - A Poem by Kevin Shyne
The Souvenir At Connemara Marble, on tour in Ireland you bought a rosary handmade from polished stones sea green, black veins the quarry’s stock-in-trade connected by a sturdy chain, as if for hands too stiff to finger through more closely... Continue Reading →
Weekend Update Four single friends, three bedrooms plus a sofa, first jobs out of college, weekdays working late, weekends pouring wine for someone else’s guest, when parties didn’t start before 11, when improv on TV was new, when we were... Continue Reading →
Commuters The puppy sun licks at my face not letting me sleep. I wake aboard an inbound train uncurling in my seat. A man flips through a file, his office formed by knees and shirt. His neighbor’s paper crinkles, each... Continue Reading →
Not on a Leash Grief cannot be trained to sit and stay or walk beside you on a leash. When a door is left ajar, it dashes out to lead you on a game of hide and seek. Grief will... Continue Reading →
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