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...
new chairs
i didn't expect whitebut i knew black was outmaybe natural wood
anything to replacethe worn out and breakingcane-bottomed kitchen chairs
chairs that had lastedfar beyond...
stars melt in your skin
for R.M
quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder.
you first reminisced, as if...
After William Carlos Williams
So much
De
Pends
Uponthe dazed chickens
Fraughtwith meltwater
Besidesthe demonic and menacing
Icecream truck
Thatcirculates the neighborhood
Withan off-key kilter tune:
(Davidsings-“ dee bee dee bee dee bee boop...
