Two Poems
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Walking the Arroyo I kneel at the altar of stone, quartz-veined and creek-cut to trace volcanic memories. The urgency of cicadas sings through…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Walking the Arroyo I kneel at the altar of stone, quartz-veined and creek-cut to trace volcanic memories. The urgency of cicadas sings through…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] It was a lot of things. It was the algae blooms swimming against the tide. It was the convent of masts, making partial…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Inspired by Frank Relle’s “Amano,” Jack Bedell composed his ekphrastic poem of the same name. Amano —Frank Relle Gallery, NOLA¹ Even what’s left…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] “The militarization of light has been widely acknowledged as a historical rupture that brought into being a continuous Nuclear Age, but less understood…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, and the neighbor has shoveled his horseshit in the garden, bucket after bucket dumped from…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] March birch: whose rags appear at first as roses, at least in my loose vision…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Wolf milk and wilderness America. Romulus and Remus built …
for Bill BerksonCandid paths crossingThis way and thatAn iron-on winter rain Jackknifes through the treesEffortless smileSuch capable handsSublime scribble Bending the windTurrets of excessOverlook…
I. she stalks the sunrise sees what hides undercover light breaks dark again II. what we have is rare a friend, cloud held mid-air,…
harvest season hello moonshine midnight once again. i find your cold skin searching for my own flesh in this passage of spring time. deep…