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...
Aleinu
Dear Allen Ginsberg, no angelheaded hipster am I,nor have I ever seen those staggering Mohammedan angels–not in my deepest swirling dreams.Some life force always...
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...
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...
Tyrant-Poem
IWe will shake our bodies like animals abandoned in the forest,and the moon will sing lullabies for thedead;the dead who were mine and did...
New Day, New War
dawn breaks over dust—jets thunder into IranIsrael’s warning
missiles cross at dusk—sirens bloom in BeershebaTel Aviv trembles
bunker busters boom—America joins the fraycall...
Glass Houses
We hide behind glass—thin, trembling breath,shattered silence,each crack a raw wound,a secret bleeding light.Truth fractures us—yet in jagged breaks,strength flickers, trembling,not a mask,...
