The poltergeists come,
one by one,
and they do not know
one another's faces,
only the... [+]
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min
The poltergeists come,
one by one,
and they do not know
one another's faces,
only the... [+]
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... [+]
The tiger in the Asian wood
gives no thought to "did" or "should,"
but, ever tense and present... [+]
He lost his second wife in Buffalo.
She hid behind his books and slipped away
on their due date... [+]
Noun. Consistency in one's personhood regardless of externalities.
I
I cannot escape the
veil... [+]
Sure, a few of the vowels are missing, but I'm no dummy, though rushing toward the next... [+]
Holy is the thing on its slow dance across the night, all chalk-faced and beaming, filling the... [+]