Poetry

Scranton Alley

It was hot in the alley. Our table was so small that laptops touched. Drinks stood side-by-side. William took a sip of his mocha through...

On Isotopes

Unstable mixture! Subject to decay! Radioactive tracer trolling bones. Flown in at early morn for my D-Day, You, Spy, designed for...

Adam West

I saw the face of God today in a sea-blue room with dogwood flowers overhead, and Fiji, in triptych, on the wall. Adam West was there but...

Burial Stones

Ironman flew over a bridge with stilts for legs helmet like an eagle’s beak piercing the horizon. Streaking past graves ancient as...

Good Fortune

Old men in red hats side-by-side, drifting onto the wooden deck. In the middle is the ship’s captain with eyes that bulge like oysters,...

A Beauty Queen Calls to Me

If I want to I can avert my eyes, translate foreign verbs while I hide in the waiting room, waiting alone, and other patients float by,...

Not Armageddon

How did the stray wings sweep into our kitchen? Were they out nesting, attached by garage, waiting to rush us? Or was there a fissure,...

Door County

Grandmother sitting with her legs crossed next to the dazzling pool. Long shins tanned year-round gold hair year-round. In the desert...

Beach Hill Road, 1973-2020

Susan was a connoisseur of downhill racing. After the trigger got pulled, she let loose, diving down Beach Hill Road. Wild Susan flew...

Apologia for Zoom

Professor, Sorry that on Tuesday we barged into your life’s work – your novel – when we showed up for lit class on zoom. You’re right,...

Bouncing Ball

I live in a world of shadows where Center Road is a light grey ribbon and the terrier seems as a bouncing ball, where I feel you because...