Poetry
"If the motion sensor of the night camera were triggered by a near moth..."
Magazine: Poetry
Poetry
"I try to learn the prose of life, but my slavish reproduction of its speech is wooden..."
Poetry
"Past and future stored away, Under seat and overhead..."
Poetry
"I tried to ride my Pegasus indoors, twisting and turning, bending over backwards..."
Poetry
"Rolling from silver-blue, round powdered edges, outside to in, overshadowing hedges..."
Poetry
"Last night, the winds went wild at war, their gusts and gales made chaos swarm, and then . . . they weren’t there anymore."
Poetry
He was the last of the great romantic mopes . . .
Poetry
I thought red-winged blackbirds were rare...
Poetry
But even the rain, toward dusk, gets tired of it...
Poetry
Church bells in the distance have a deep-in-the-country overtone and a village charm...