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PoetryThe House on Tilden Avenue
Was a pair of trousers With five pockets: Strewn, wrinkled, gouged Empty when Mom first told us She was leaving it To live with…
PoetryA More Perfect Union
And I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice. I don't want any greatness for it, particularly a…
Art, Poetry, ShowcaseThe Window & Other Works
The Window Traversing Alone Yearning like a flower looking to tilt its face toward sun, only night clutches the world in loneliness, when neither…
PoetrySetting Precedent
The man swallowed 480 ball bearings. One sphere a minute during his last eight-hour shift. No unemployment lines for the human anchor sitting upright…
PoetryThe Joy of Hurling Trash
Long military coat, snapping blue eyes a flower, pinned on her sleeve, not over her breast where it should have been. Grey hair stuck…
PoetryKaiwah Island/Ocean Course
Boulevards of grass barbered in flattops, borders of beach sand and rough. I am here to prove who I am but being a novice…
PoetryRakinewis (The Capestrano Warrior)
For the ruination of Palmyra and after P B Shelley His shroud was campion in May; a king's cape of crocus in November. Curled…
PoetrySECRETS
What the stiff breeze and the ocean have to say remains a mystery. Who are we to try to understand the splinters of a…
PoetryThe Future of Rain
Hilary brought mom and dad from Ashland where for the last decade they’d been useful in her home as bookends and paperweights— we scattered…
PoetryAs I Cross the Bartholomew County Line Last Saturday Night
lightning bug streaks illuminate my windshield, July nights winding home, slow down bone glow of tombstones, soon moonglow the earth sips the sky, red…
Poetry1950s Chicago Tomboy
Dickie Sweeney and David Meyer don’t seem to care when she sidles up to the neighborhood boy group assembled in Roger’s backyard to throw…
Poetryhe chose to
do his suffering in grand style… starting off with beer in the morning, then the good wine as the afternoon and the memories kicked…