Poems

It’s quiet in the library, few decibels among Dewey’s decimals. Bone insulated brains with holes allowing smell, sound and light willingly concede to facts and refined opinions. We read in agreement with rules that create a culture of hush, promoting an enrichment of...

All day long I g*d, attempting good, I g*d, attempting love, I g*d, righting wrongs, I g*d, my wrongs, our wrongs, mending and amending harms, insults, offences, recovering damages, I g*d. Sometimes repairs work. Sometimes repairs impair. I’m not that good at good. At...

There are moons, most yellow, some blue, slivered, half, and whole, all lit with another light, the sun, which is down, still shines, loaning light to night

the river runs through the town before the town after the town the river locates the town it is on the river a river town the town confines the river the river divides the town the council building bridges the river is on its mind an old man fishing the river is on...

The full weight of a robin lands on a reed. The reed takes the robin’s weight seriously. The reed quivers and bends. The full weight of a poem lands in a mind. The mind does not take the poem’s weight seriously. The mind neither quivers nor bends.