Poetry

The game is set, the lines are drawn between the rosebush and the lawn. Squares of chalk encircling O Fe Zn                             H N As Forming molecules, compounds, bonds. The children don’t care,

I thought that if I could begin in a pasture, an indigo river stretched out next to me. But there’s no way to begin or enter in.  I only opened the door

This summer, in the middle of my poetic journey, I lost my way. For twenty years now I have invested in the craft of poetry, and, though it’s taken some time to

Death is too abstract a term; nebulous and murky, accreting all life to itself with an omnipotent gravity. Poets have a knack for hearing terms we can touch. For example: The maggot no