Coaling the Furnace Am I such a romantic to believethat the coaling of the furnacewas a job my parents enjoyed sharingbefore it was exchanged for...

Nativity Blues at the Border The world was dark. Very dark. Political tensions were high.He thought maybe a star. A very bright star. Could end...

Between(triple haiku) I must grow leanerWith thought and age: from wine toWater, beef to broth. Between here and there,Should a man of decline choosePrayer over repair? When...

Section/Grave/Block, Flushing NY “Charon, the ferryman of the dead, his hand on the boat-pole, calls me now: ‘Why are you tarrying? Make haste, you hinder...

AgingFrom construction paperlayered in pipe cleaners,uncooked noodlesand cotton balls;to cardstock trimmedfor business cards,in neat stacksor sweaty palms;to printer papertaken from the officefor a pile...

Punk Rock I’m going to sponsor a punk rock concert: in exchange for a ticket, everyone who comes is given a musical instrument, chairs on the stage so people can...

drought anatomy #4 dried out creek beddry stacked stonethe limbs of a woodstove, relatively ancientscattered leaves dropped off their rusty hingesthe vestigial chaos of the...

atlas goes under hanna’s outer band bears down on the man.waves impound concrete piles on north padre island. a mist-maker, circling in his pen, hurls the...

Dinosaur Sonnet     “Everything is true, and nothing is true!”      —Albert Camus My vanilla is dripping while fires spreadand there must be better ways to say this. Land dinosaurs...

These poems are published connected to a series of workshops produced in partnership between Day Eight and the East Rock Creek Senior Village supported...