Poetry

Horse Sense

When they set fire to the understory of Hitchcock Woods,
the firemen lean on green signs that read: “Burning Today.”
Their helmets forgotten or lost, they cannot help but blink
and think of themselves, too, flaring briefly in the shade…

Literature Quiz #1

1. Of Charles Dickens, Angie Dickinson, and Edgar Allan Poe, who isn’t your favorite author? Why?

2. Who isn’t your least favorite, and why?

3. What are the positives and negatives of each author? Please don’t comment on literary style, …

Dead Horse

He threw strawberries at birds to explain existentialism. So it went for the narrator of the story I read. I gazed out the window, snow on the ground.

In the street, a man pushed a cart full of batteries. His …

Wake

The snow globe shaken so hard
trees and people float loose above
the tiny alpine village. An unappealing
afterlife, heaven in a knickknack,
although no one still stuck
seems to notice, each holding
the same pose they had before.

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I Was Kelp

I was kelp:
wet velvet
in warm water.
You were one wave
and another.

 

 

My Hungarian Mother

She didn’t let the ocean
touch her toes. Too foreign,
she said. I lie back,
I hear the soldiers’

Monday Morning

Elsewhere on the insubstantial
crust of North America,
some dogs are deep
in woeful conversation.

A couple of interns shush each other to listen
and a chill wind seems to blow.

They’ve been smoking in the open door
of the …

The Gate

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If you’ve ever thought of a child, you are party
to the creation of a child. Digital cymbals
resembling applause alert the stadium crowd
when applause is necessary.

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I’ve got burns to prove I’m human, that I am…

A Wilderness

Why go into it when just knowing that
it’s there without you makes it more itself?
And who are those who don their boots and packs
and make of it an emblem of their freedom?
Is it then less a …