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Barn Raising At night, Father pacing around the barn beneath the moon, pitcher of gin in left hand; we couldn’t a...

Green Betrayal  You wish to be a Douglas fir Tall, straight, almost immortal But you stand like a Peking willow ...

Untitled Ages shift. Now, gowns of snow chill earth’s warm glow. It sifts, forbids, unnests; invokes a fear as q...

I Cannot Write Modern Stimulus is in the cheekbones of an arid zone, in vertebrae of mica that glint like fools g...

A Previous Life It was their wedding night and Priya didn’t want to tell her new husband all about it but Bill kept asking where she ha...

Along Union Deposit Road A cemetery blushes purple in Spring though word may have spread of a dalliance in Section 1...

Painter When I graduated high school I figured I’d spent enough time sitting at a desk I thought about ever...

Charles and Me because I was beyond tired to sleep I sat up with Bukowski waiting for the breaking point of ice to define a ...

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"Louis was my dearest friend fighting in the ANZAC trench. Louis ran forward from the line, and I never saw him again." ...

Found in an Attic:  World War II Letter to a Wife When I get home things will be the same. I haven't ch...

The Fresh People Food stuck in a 1980s timewarp the muzac bland, Mainstream middle-of-the-road. nothing changes. there is n...

Hymn to Solitude “Amour”, she would say that and little else. Then she would rest her head on my shoulder. After, she would disapp...

The Upside to Being Down     The Ferris Wheel circles through vibrating air, rising into skylines, into har...

I Got Drunk Last Night             (and couldn’t find my way home) after Lightnin’ Hopkins   ...

Pacific traits You know the sea is over the hollow tops of worn volcanoes darkening the distance and you...

The Robber with the Biggest Guns He never announced his real name, Grim Reaper of the innocent, until he rai...

Iscariot’s Leap of Faith My name is Judas, I took the money. Not that it was much; I’d have preferred American dollars, like ...

Fall is Golden (V3) The last golden yellow apple hangs like a healing miracle bow down old apple tree winter ...

Walking the Streets of Croix After Our Argument There are a thousand bars. I could get drunk, so drunk that I...