Poetry

for my stepbrother (May 3, 1963-June 20, 2012) Dear Bishop: Do not say Death is not the […]

Dear Bishop by Carol Quinn

Sometimes they reveal a handprint, child-sized almost, our shapes being smaller then, of one of us beside the […]

We lived in bed, no matter where we went or what we did; we were always there, pulling […]

The horse gallops into the sun with a ghost on his back. The horse like a memory racing […]

All the leaves on the trees are yellow explosions. They’re dead or […]

Tonight, symbols take us The Moon is an anemic face circling a mistake we call time Death, a […]

My eyes have messed me up, so I see Earth Above me walk on clouds now, where Directions […]

I let myself be kissed like the man finds the plums in the icebox and eats them and […]

Scrolled parchment, spiraled into safe- keeping. Texts pressed, snailed into cells. Flesh scrolled into mine, just an arm […]

I. I’ve been meaning to tell you that the skin around her eyes was thin with blue veins […]

The soul Flies with the Owls and it Snows feathers. Spring is a Seagull-feathered Rascal from Scotland with […]

I am sitting next to Samuel Beckett and he’s sleeping. The four short plays are about to begin, […]