Poetry
Nov/Dec 2016
The Sidewalk Harvest
They must be moving, maybe changing towns. Here’s the saw he sized their bedstead on, and flatware, cheerful flattened beach balls, throw rugs, highball glasses, steamer trunk. It takes too […]
Poetry
Nov/Dec 2016
In the Marina
It squeezes the spleen this sunny winter’s New Year’s morning, not the pain itself but the too much of it, the inexcusable with its perfect right to exist, the grass […]