A Poem About the Mind I wanted to write a poem about the mind, But all I could think of were rain-slick sidewalks, Traffic lights, and...

After the Break-up 2006 I take a two-hour train along the Elbe past towns & factory smoke to Dresden where my ex-pat friends like to...

Cold Black Coffee The artist lights a match and walks alone down a dirt road in Kentucky. He flicks burnt splinters of wood at the...

How the Story Starts The sad little human, a six-year-old begins when I ask him to make up a story. We try to maintain the color of cheer...

To Be Heard Awake tonight again, risen from a place I looked for someone in, and who was it I’ve now forgotten, but the body’s left in an...