Sometimes, a fishhook
and a bit of flesh
are all you need
to save your baby
and... [+]
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min
Sometimes, a fishhook
and a bit of flesh
are all you need
to save your baby
and... [+]
I'll never forget us
entraining this freight at dusklight
to escape cabbage farms, rusted... [+]
And still I'm traipsing through the fields
of wildflowers and grass and foxtails. Beyond
these... [+]
Your voice, too fast, chattering,
clattering against my Self,
breaking into my thoughts,... [+]
This bright sun peeking
over the eastern hills
seems to remind you of
the exuberant joy of... [+]
feeling like a dog's
wet breakfast, I comb my hair
and dress in a cleaner
shirt. in the... [+]
trying my hand
again at Selby Jr.
in my comfortable
apartment
with a balcony
in the... [+]
Shall I tell you the story of the man
who loved playing his cello
and hated having to talk,
so... [+]
How do immortals recognize
each other, you ask?
By our palimpsest of scars and wrinkles,... [+]
One day, long after they were gone,
cleaning out a cabinet in my grandparents' house,
buried... [+]