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PoetryLeak at the Gym
While stretching my neck, I notice water dripping from the ceiling And a puddle on the floor Beside the rowing machine. It trembles with…
PoetryPigeon
What theatre-mask to wear for the pigeon Dying, guttered in tarnished aluminum, a crumpled pile of fly-ash and clean smoke half-hidden by wrought-iron guardrails;…
PoetryA long time
our words have never meant less scraped together, they barely mark this page in the shadow of her death. we watched your penultimate breath…
PoetryBecause time is an artist
I folded you into a blue paper crane and flew your herald from my turret of stars. I gathered you in tangled yarn, wove…
PoetryThe Man I Fell in Love With
used to carry a tote, filled with dead butterflies in each hand his fingers, pinned against the handles and his arms, numb branches of…
PoetryWhy I Am Moving to Ireland
Because I, like Dedalus, cannot pray to my mother’s liking and North Sea fog is this poet’s filter. Since my mind seems predisposed to…
FictionWatercolour Lake
I flung out of the loose cottage and stood on the ragged path the door beating shut behind me. There was a birch forest…
Poetry, PoetryZacchaeus
I fell asleep in church with sweet butterscotch under my tongue, head resting on Jesus. The preacher, a hyperopic guy wearing spectacles to read,…
PoetryWhy America’s Democracy Is Going Bankrupt
My opponent will win unless you send money. My opponent has more money. Please send money. We can’t win without your money. Please send…
PoetryThe Daughter
The cemetery was the place to read on weekend mornings by the reedy little lake, and afterwards clean off some graves in back corners,…
PoetryMy Chaste Eye
Call me Worm Eye; Paschal Eye, Lenten eye, Crow eye, Crust eye, Sugar eye, Sap eye. All these names I am, full in a…
PoetryThe Tree Ring Record
The old oak tree was felled because, she said, it didn’t fit the yard anymore. It blocked the view from the window and from…