Running Side By Side
byIn her Oct. 9, 2019 essay in The Paris Review, Naja Marie Aidt writes of how poetry and language make it possible to understand…
Poetry
When I Stand Beneath The Stars
byAfter “When I Am Among the Trees” by Mary Oliver When I stand beneath the stars North, Dog, Scorpio, the Dippers even Venus and…
Tomorrow Tanka
byYesterday, I looked back, shaving. A moth crawled through the fog of my face in the mirror. An open window unmakes a wall, the…
The Quiet Is Winnowing Us
byThe Quiet is Winnowing Us The quiet is winnowing what does not belong, exposing the hidden so we can see it, see it for…
A Simple Biography
byThat last book caused me more tears than I knew I had in me. The trees turn gold with mystery, although science can explain…
Prayers
byPrayers dance tragically upon cracked city streets and beneath grimy and broken windows of old apartment buildings, where forlorn…
The Gay Divorcee (1934)
byas long as we’re on the subject of dancing & screwball comedies, glamour & the continental maybe i should mention that love requires no…
Meditation on Dusk
byThe driven rhythm of crickets behind sporadic croaking of frogs mesmerizes me. Sitting on the steps of my porch, I wonder at the glory…
Three Poems
byThe Kingdom In constant shiver and hunger in tatters in envy and bliss the kingdom of weeds laps the blond edge…
Playing the Nocturnes: #19 in E minor, Opus Posthumous 71, No. 1: Andante
byBy the time we finally learn, it’s too late: the clock of the body turns over the hours, the days, our faces, like pages…