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…
The students are at my digital door With a pixilated battering ram That flickers upon impact. One of them makes it into the room. We sit in boxes side…
I lost count of how many times We heard August and Everything After, in August and every other Month, but mostly in autumn, On the way to and from…
When Emily was born She didn't cry. Her large bright eyes Of no worldly color Terrified the midwife. Walt wasn't born. One day he walked out Of a stand…
It is that hour when Everything turns simple. Silhouettes and shadows. You find yourself Taken like a child Up to her bed On Christmas Eve, Or like a…
The light grows old so elegantly, Its needing a cane is a style. Sky the blue of apology. Pigeons on the fire escape, Dim-witted, obvious. It’s May now…