UncategorizedLockproof: Canine Sleuth
From T.S. Eliot’s “Macavity.” Master criminals of the world, beware of blood on the seat, and prints on the stair. There’s no malefaction you can…
Poetry, UncategorizedThe Day Before Departure
At Lewes we sidestepped insignias like hallowed things but didn’t buy tickets, opting to watch the bay as the ferry shrunk into the cape;…
Poetry, UncategorizedPhonetics
I thought you said alphabetic, and picture plastic letters filled with magnets, colorful refrigerator doors. “Apologetic,” you argue. “I was trying to apologize.”.I wonder if anger…
Poetry, UncategorizedA Short Tribute To The Word Quiver
She called it a perfect afternoon — we had just left a poetry reading and were enjoying our coffees on a café couch beneath…
Poetry, UncategorizedMoving Day
I swore I would not get sentimental about leaving the porch swing behind. We painted it red to match the floor—the front door. I…
Poetry, UncategorizedActual Persons, Living or Dead
First, turn on the lights. Ghosts drift toward shadows. Use the sin of omission as if it was a life raft, and you can’t…
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