Poems, etc.


Every Sentence Somewhere

Posted Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Every sentence I hear spoken—He’s in New York for Christmas. We often skied when Mom…

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Waiting For Breakfast

Posted Tuesday, March 31, 2015

On the wire across the road against A gray sky, sneakers hang, and under them…

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The jake, the poet (and his mother)

Posted Tuesday, February 17, 2015

First, my ass is sore from sitting all day, no time for a nap and…

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Everything I don’t know I learned in Tegucigalpa

Posted Saturday, May 17, 2014

The hiss of dark, the music of concrete, the smell of horns rise in a…

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Rain, Caveman, and Alfonse — three poems

Posted Saturday, March 29, 2014

Rain A flash on the ridge lengthens shadows, dims the wire of ravens, and you…

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