Library for the Future
It is growing, the poem, quick as trees.
New Identities in a Sunoco
“Um, did my…husband…put these here?”
On Earth as It Is & Was
We begin the same way.
Why I Wear Lipstick
I identify my mugs by a familiar stain around their edges.
Heaven’s Eye
It’s safe to say they’re well aware of the power of the stars.
Ghost of Days Unlived
I would have inhaled a rosemary salt bagel with my iced vanilla latte this morning.
“Baseball” Redux
The N.F.L. season was just beginning, and Caesars was on the offense.
Fifteen Seconds of Peace
There, church bells ringing as the sun sets over Grenoble.
Things Would Have Been Different
He would’ve kept carving the crosses, coasters.
Tollers
Summer came t’ England,
so he danced among hemlock in a wood
