Tagged: poems

Mr. Rogers kills fruit flies This is not the set with the trolley. This is not... Read more →

A Winter Story The first momento moriis memory, this one a corpse air freighted from... Read more →

Strenuous Revival A voice of slowing sands and time unwind Among the nightingale's long... Read more →

Balance & Sync Sometimes I stop and stare at the clock’s hands They move in... Read more →

If the Girl Goes to the Next Whiskey Bar after Jim Morrison   She grooves to... Read more →

Gail Griffin speaks with poet and memoirist Sue William Silverman   Gail... Read more →

CEO When the customs officer at Newark pulled me aside to ask what I do, I told... Read more →

Paper Dolls We are strung up like paper dolls, cut in stenciled shapes are fates preset... Read more →

July The closed door vapid heat, descent into alien territory. Every year of... Read more →

Beautiful Feet I want to leave this world behind And saying... Read more →