I started posting poems on my website years ago, with the intention of sharing a poem every day. Over the years, ‘Poem-a-Day’ became more like ‘Poem-a-Month,” sometimes ‘Poem-a-Fortnight.’ I can’t vouch for the quality of the poems, but I’ll try to post one every day, and hope to…
She finds the jar in the morning On his bedside table Like a lamp that has gone out. She told him to Punch holes in the lid So they could breathe But he…
This isn’t what I wanted, your father Following me as if I know where I am Going, in these woods I stand to inherit When he dies. What I want is Your…
An old man told me this at a bar, so keep that in mind. An artist at the end of a career that had been a failure decided there was only one way to be…
When the last families have gone home And the girl who takes tickets has left For her next job scooping ice cream At the Union Dairy, the painted horses…
We tried To get a picture of you Mirroring one of the statues. It was one of the last things We did together. You gave me your phone And I watched you…
I think it must Be just one thing That makes the rain Shy, something Touched every day Or three, a knife Or a lamp string, Things that glint Or sway…
On the stage: a single tree blossoming over a single gravestone. The tree is a young apple tree in full blossom, almost flamboyantly alive, the blossoms…
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