THESE DIRE CIRCUMSTANCES a giraffe falls off the edge of the earth, into abyss, somersaulting head first, his legs running with no effect through the atmosphere. o! how he curses himself for ever leaving his homeland! like many animals near the end, he feels more like sand, a handful of golden sand let into the wind, released, separating further … Read More
New Poem: “From a Room”
FROM A ROOM i have held photos and heard rumors of the mud hills of montana, the fire falls of yellowstone, and the patient rain of seattle. a decade has passed by now, and i am here, waiting in a room, writing poems about far away places. with time, the room changes from a living room to a coffee … Read More
Regretting Daylight
Regretting Daylight Tornadoes are worse at night, when no one gives them credit — this one a thief inscribing his name on the ground. We know that dawn will be honest with us, revealing judgments that heaven had planned, but until then, the radio speculates into darkness with words that shake against my ribcage. For now, no one knows for … Read More