A Motorcycle Salesman Looks Back

JUNE 25, 2015 by

Gone are the post-war dinosaurs whose death roars leaked
from their slash-cut pipes like twenty-weight crude. Gone, too,


JUNE 18, 2015 by

I want to lie down like a tiny birch canoe,
sewn with red thread, afloat in the street

For Bethlehem Steel

MAY 21, 2015 by

Outside, February beats her wide wings
over the birches. Her breath smokes the glass

Eating Light

MAY 14, 2015 by

Collocations, rifts, brief
cleavings and aversions

After 35

APRIL 30, 2015 by

Sunday's late-afternoon heat strolls
The neighborhood's new blacktop

Life, Life

APRIL 23, 2015 by

I don't believe in omens, nor fear
foreboding signs. No poisons or lies

The Night Thresher

APRIL 09, 2015 by

The spotlights create a glowing dome of feed corn
and if not for the highway to the east zippering up

second creation

MARCH 19, 2015 by

yes, the sculpture closed its eyes / a man a woman

The Impoverishment of Our Imagination

FEBRUARY 26, 2015 by

His operatic voice on the sidewalk
was an embarrassment.

Doina de Haiduc (“Mountain Outlaw’s Song”)

FEBRUARY 19, 2015 by

The revolutions of a leaf

turned by the wind

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