Category: Poetry

there is a story my mama used to tell me when she lay in two feet of snow in the middle of a field somewhere off Rt 9. she lay in the dark and watched the stars so long she couldn’t feel her body, the snow around her clean and wide. she stayed until sh … Continue Reading

If you make Your decision How am I to argue? A Mite with no knees. But I beg a plea That will go heard or unheard. The Moon gleams White And has no record for Keeping score But crosses in Her timely fashion As the Spider whirls its thread For foster fl … Continue Reading

Book-skimming is a bit like brushing fingertips across the face of the ocean. You caress a page and probe no deeper. Turn to the art tomes when words go from chime-clear to brassy. By the window of the bookhaven perches the kind of woman you don’t ask … Continue Reading

Wearing a smile the photographer chose in your yearbook picture and the wistful faux-fencepost-leaning pose in your yearbook picture. An old barn, a covered bridge, and a hickory with a rope swing: quaint country backdrop complete with scarecrows in yo … Continue Reading