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He hears the hum of a boy’s dream
June 16, 2024
This week, a photo to accompany a poem. a dream. Attribution No car must splash him. No car drive too near to his shadow. This man carries the world’s most...
She was the spring whence arose that irresistible river
June 9, 2024
Even when I was much younger, I did not much enjoy celebrating my own birthdays. Too much direct attention, too much –existential angst. It is perhaps...
I heard the sea and asked, / "What language is that?"
June 2, 2024
If you, like me, appreciate sentences then you might consider subscribing to the Perfect Sentences newsletter, expertly curated by Ingrid Burrington1. I just...
Blues come dressed like introspective echoes of a journey.
May 26, 2024
What do you think will happen? I cannot always tell if this is a mere question or if this is a prayer. Sometimes it is both. Rarely is it neither. All around...
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
May 19, 2024
A rough week for migraines, so shout out to new medications and the ability to pay for them. A Saturday spent in the company of confetti and excellent...
how most / poems to mothers must / begin
May 12, 2024
Mother, I'm tryingto writea poem to you—which is how mostpoems to mothers mustbegin—or, What I've wantedto say, Mother...but weas children of mothers,even...
can’t be known except / in the words of its making,
May 5, 2024
Every day, a deep breath. A considered response. An eyebrow maintained at an appropriate level. So many ways to be arch. The same playbooks, the same...
Come and see the blood in the streets.
April 28, 2024
This week, two poems. The war continues working, day and night.It inspires tyrantsto deliver long speechesawards medals to generalsand themes to poetsit...
the gods / who have changed the sky to fire
April 14, 2024
And she is also running from the godswho have changed the sky to fireand puddled the earth with skin and blood.She is running--my god--to us,10,000 miles...
You must wake up with sorrow.
April 7, 2024
Feeling better than I have in weeks because steroid inhalers work. Only able to get the steroid inhaler since I’m able to afford the out-of-pocket cost of...
your name / is a gift
March 31, 2024
Found poem, inbox:How to keep your media job / Your coupon expires today / You Still Have a Few Hours to Shop / How to Sleep Outside / TRESSPASSERS — Is it...
Let them not say: they did nothing. / We did not-enough.
March 24, 2024
2024, man. I would say we are once again at the point in the cycle where the outrage grifters misrepresent and misdirect for maximum clout and zero...
my ghost is my plus-one tonight.
March 17, 2024
Once you notice something like segregation, or bigotry, or the casual but relentless othering of certain groups, you never really stop. Sure, you can choose...
folks think / they’re saying nothing / when they’re saying the most.
March 10, 2024
Lots of planes this week, several time zones, not a lot of sleep. At the other end of one leg of it, family. Never straightforward, increasingly worthwhile....
Most mornings I would be more or less insane, /
March 3, 2024
Fragments I find myself returning to: At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this?And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all...
Slogging, wobbling, / wavering. Atilt / and out-of-sync
February 25, 2024
I’ve been absolutely walloped by whatever cold / flu / lurgy that is going around the city and have spent a majority of the past three days asleep. What I...
Someday / we will learn how to live.
February 18, 2024
Because I had a migraine and because I was busy, I didn't spend any time in the Kindle app reading any of the various books I'm working my way through. That...
the time shortens between where we are and where we are going
February 11, 2024
For a long time now, I've had all my various bits of search history turned off. Every time I go to YouTube it nags me that my "experience" would be improved...
But let’s get this straight. Let’s call a spade a— / Poor choice of words.
February 4, 2024
This year, like most years recently, I made no resolutions. Instead I chose a word and theme: play. So far that has meant: filling up a small sketchbook and...
It was summer all winter. / It was melting
January 28, 2024
Three friends in hospital in a week is surely three too many, you think, and then you remember the rest of the world. Breathe in, breathe out, be glad it was...
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