to be a rock
wish I were a rock anchored in the bay but I am sand and you are tide drawing me away (originally published in threelinepoetry)
wish I were a rock anchored in the bay but I am sand and you are tide drawing me away (originally published in threelinepoetry)
pink belly hanging over black satin bike shorts frightened starlings flee (originally published in Mu Mu)
a clever card replete with flags and guns and mothers invited everyone to the war Ernie sent his best regrets he’d put on a few pounds since his uniform last left the closet and the buttons kept popping off like… Read more ›
Compared to raptors, we’re a sorry earthbound lot, half-blind, fearful, with a permanent head-cold and no sense of direction. We lack the vulture’s rapacious hunger, the eagle’s breadth of vision, the hawk’s tenacious grip. Acknowledged masters of the air,… Read more ›
Yungay This is not Pompeii where the dead are on display like plaster sculptures, their last horrific gestures frozen for the ages while the guide drones on with scholarly precision. This is more recent, more frightening, more real, an entire… Read more ›