Tag Archives: poetry

Fecund/Fallow I am searching for poetics between jobs. Like a displaced, untenured professor, cast adrift by budget cuts at the local community college, I languish amid my books, scanning the want ads, knowing I can do better, I must do … Continue reading →

If no one else did, I saw you. Trapped in a car turned on its head, the hood sucked into itself, the front wheels hanging crazy like palsied fists of a punchy, cauliflower-eared worn-out boxer, with two firemen wedged in … Continue reading →

Firewater Days of showers, weeks of rain. When it first comes, we’re taken by surprise. Didn’t anyone tell the sky this is the worst drought in 50 years? Days of showers, weeks of rain. the only consolation of running laundry … Continue reading →

Steam, not Smoke Now the rains have come and there’s’ no threat of wildfire for another year, at least, provided they stay. May the rains stay. Coffee cup in hand, I linger over the steam rising from my reflection-in-brown, and … Continue reading →

I once had a friend who drew faces for dollar bills for a living. She said it was more challenging than most people realized and more rewarding. And I wondered if I ever saw her work, or if she only … Continue reading →

In these day of spartan dreams, should I let myself be coaxed to simulated death by the stinginess of my over- taxed imagination? in this time of mortal fears, shall I lay myself down like a lamb on the slaughterhouse … Continue reading →