Not a Sonnet 1    Vulnerability is a noose to the rope braid of shame2    like sun trips a shadow cast by trees in...

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...

ODE FOR THREE EXES Ex-husbands, like other catastrophes, come in threes.One dead, one fled to New York, and one out of touch.The lost and found...

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...

You Choose Say you studied hard to understand the body,so hard that its ailments were no longer a mystery.Say you kept cures in jars behind...

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...

A Question Of Identity On her 90th birthday she looked in the mirror and tried to identify the face looking back. She felt the same as ever but...