Seashell for my brother The day he died I heard you howl – a scream so hot and sharp it pierced right through my skin, threading through muscle to wrap itself tightly around my heart, a reminder that each beat... Continue Reading →
The Adventurer Having been outside all through the long cold night the cat returns. Let him come in. Well might you ask, but he'll tell you nowt. He's conquered the Persians perhaps, or steered his ships around the Cape; whereas... Continue Reading →
Anecdote of a Star Where West meets East Main Street there is a park. And in the corner of that park I hid a chair. And in that chair I sat, as would a jar, Waiting for the theater of... Continue Reading →
Maya’s Soliloquy To Pablo (From a sequence of poems on the women in Pablo Picasso's life.) When you leave, it is only fair and right to clear the table once set with laughter and tip the wine glasses into the... Continue Reading →
Losing Control Let this moment be worthless. Let it dangle, not particularly connected to anything. Do nothing redeemable in the next few seconds. Don’t destroy, and don’t construct. Let’s not put a hand in anything. Let’s be pointless, large, and... Continue Reading →
Reduced We still talk about the apricot preserves confiscated at the airport when we didn’t know jelly was a liquid. We envision a stranger spreading our shiny, sunburst-orange affection intended for another. On a different trip, returning from Honolulu, I... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 