Magazine: Poetry

Holiday Special

The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade stops right in front of us, as my wife props our new baby at her breast to feed...

Percentages

He was so certain (says The Book) that when the day was done, the giant wouldn’t be alive.

Crossing into November

They can’t leave us alone, from urn and grave, meddling, in our afterlives, the parents of our old catastrophe...

Starlight

There is a fresh-as-the-first-spring-morning feeling that comes with a nightfall then...