Writing the world
How do you write the world When the world is already a poem Each new flower a turn of phrase Continue reading
How do you write the world When the world is already a poem Each new flower a turn of phrase Continue reading
Just this side of the right side of the tracks, just off the Main Line in mid 60s Philadelphia, I Continue reading
Was the eight billionth baby Born while her father looked out the window At the year’s first snow? Or in Continue reading
I tried to enjoy the children happily crafting at formica tables, running into the stacks and back to grab a Continue reading
Walking through a cool September morning Past webs the spiders built up overnight Breathing in the garden’s gentle dawning As Continue reading
My feet leave shallow pools in the damp strand Where narrow beach meets overlapping waves My shoes in my hands, Continue reading
As events unfolded, surrealBefore our horrified eyesI spent the day unproductiveGlued to the internetlacking concentrationClumsily thumbingoverlapping text conversationsbetween groups of Continue reading
After the riots After the deaths After the assault on democracy They sent in the cleaning crew And vacuumed the Continue reading