Poetry

But maybe you’re OK with there being no beginning. Here’s a story: a terrible thing happened in […]

Something Comes From Nothing Or Else There’s No Beginning by ...

Something flickers all through. Maybe it’s made of hair like the brush blade—lay blue across white, one […]

The wistful smile. Different than the Mona Lisa smile. That one is more an “I’ve got a […]

Everyone here seems to agree about the crooked heat but never about the wind. My love says […]

if walt whitman were here, how he would sing of them and sing to them with […]

they will already be stamping out fires, burying the hot wood. They will have flattened beach chairs, […]

My children are pretending that I’m dead. The spider leaves of the mimosa tree for shade, they […]

You’ll notice this is not about how to cook a fish, how to eat it with lemon […]

On a mountain all moonglow toad moan and green majesty, I’ve come (since it wouldn’t come […]

– Vlade Divac (1989-2005) The dead ones, tired from life, know life is best: each pulse […]

September was ending – leaving cigarette butts, apple cores, drifts of leaves. Used to bad news, I […]

I want to say what will never have words. And always on another stage –it’s always […]