Dry Splash
All these years we’ve been worried about
the sea levels rising,
when what we should have paid attention to
was the fresh water levels falling.
Long-forgotten riverbeds...
The Bending
There are whales in the sky. The last of the day’s sun presses upbrilliant, flat, white bellies; the higher-ups’ downward pressure, astrongly moral...
Editor's Note: These poems appear in Breaking the Blank, available from Day Eight: https://bit.ly/3VbR9vL.
Seduction
Seduction…
Drag my finger downtheir spine thenbreathe them in.
The more pages the...
Monk of the Written WordFor Will Mayo (1960-2022)
Will said he hated the Holy Rollersof his small-town, backwoods youth.After death, he wrote, many late nights,was...
HICKORY TUSSOCK MOTH CATERPILLAR
lophocampa caryae
We are replete with caterpillars this year,
mostly of the woolly bear variety,
but today I saw one covered
in thick white hairs...
Patty
As all eyes close against younothing that really matters could yield to the wisdomwith which you suffer like an amorphous shadereaching over the desperate...
Winter Solstice
We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...
Street Scene
Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like.
Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...
