My poem “Scarecrow Pretends” is up at The Slag Review

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My poem “Scarecrow Pretends” is up at The Slag Review.

Some Dogs Are Larger Than Others

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Some Dogs are Larger Than Others

How he stares
at you,

relentless
in his desire,

offering
belly to scratch

and head to pet
just when you most

need them,
even if

you don’t know it,
then curling

against you, saying
in the language

of warmth and fur,
this, just this.

My poem, “I Praise the Moon, Even When She Laughs,” is in Sourland Mountain Review’s First Issue.

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My poem, “I Praise the Moon, Even When She Laughs” has been published in Sourland Mountain Review’s inaugural issue.

 

My Poem, “Letter from Kansas,” is up at Silver Birch Press

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My poem, “Letter from Kansas,” is up at Silver Birch Press as part of their “Me, at 17” Prose and Poetry Series.

Unwinding

Relaxing in a chair


Unwinding

As in a day’s long
thread

or with cold drink
in hand,

glass sweating,
ice

shrinking, a little
sweet,

some salt, her
smile saying

relax, put up
your feet,

I’ll take care
of this,

don’t worry,
tomorrow’s

a full moon
away.

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Dream of Wheels and Lights

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Dream of Wheels and Lights

Bells clang in the night. The lamp post belted
by mist offers little comfort. A stone’s
toss away junipers curved like melted
spoons shudder silently. There are no phones
in this place. A thought sneaks into your mind
quietly, like a straw piercing the oak’s
armor in a bad wind. You turn and grind
the thought with your heel. A wheel rolls by, spokes
flashing like scythes. Crouching by a puddle
a man studies his face. He looks at you
and cries: “All I want is to be subtle.”
You think you know him, but you’re not sure who
he used to be. You throw a rock and shout
at him. The wheel slows and the light burns out.

Originally published in Amelia, in 1985, and posted here in March 2015. I remember writing this, but it still puzzles me.


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My poem “Runaway Bus” is featured on Postcard Poems and Prose Magazine

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My poem “Runaway Bus” is featured on Postcard Poems and Prose Magazine.


All the Little Pieces

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All the Little Pieces

How to rewind
broken,

the subtle shift of shard
and floor

laid between night’s
fall

and the morning’s first
glow. Take this

lantern. Set it
on the wall. Remove

the glass. Do not
light the candle.

Wait.

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