If I were yours to keep, you’d have me in a  gilded case, with a large brass key dangling gingerly  from your belt loop.  But I am miles  out of...

Run into the Canyon and the Canyon Says Ouch! Darting eyes of the patchy coyote,no bodies in the brush because this is notsome simpleton dumping...

Billy G The snake circled the island, up the Hudson, down the Harlem,into the East, and around the point past Billy G’srent-controlled building on the...

From Monet to a Miner’s Ass We are just back from the old world. A six hour time difference with serious jet lag. Too tired to make...

Breathe I can’t breathe, said the fish who soon would dieI am a lie, sung the bird who could not flyI am the truth, said...

What’s Left of My Grandmother’s Signature In her room at Poet’s Walkher first name begins witha cursive J elegantlycompleting itself on the wall, resting in suspended...

The Night I Hear Sharon Olds Read Some rooms look dead from the outside.I eat late. I drink so much. Cold moon over an old drugstore...

Never Times Never (Shakespeare in the Pacific Northwest) The poet, gilled aches— Salmon his singular fling upstream arches hard— spawns another poem another daughter. Having evaded this time the law of...

Editor's note: This week we present three poems by a poet who left us far too soon. Bourgeon thanks Naomi Thiers for sharing these. Med...

I do not remember whereThe small town detectiveSat down with meTo take my statement These are the kinds of memoriesOur brains just can't hold on...