Our friend and frequent contributor, Greg Clary, recently published a book of photography & poetry - The Vandalia In Me . You can order...

Anxiety Dream: And/Or . . . in which I’m in a cargo van careering with its wind- shield cracked and crazed, fueled by volatile vapors...

A Moment's Notice   6:14am, in the aftermath of the nor'easter — a solitary wander before the city rustles, a side effect of nowhere...

We created the Charles Simic Prize to honor our friend, teacher, and mentor after his death in early 2023. This year we received 371...

Stupid Blouse Someone emailed me a poem by David Lehman. I liked it and printed it. I put it in my pocket. There was a line about a...

Withholding Information               My nephew, entering eleventh grade             this fall, says every generation,             once...

The Birds & The Boys   When I was ten years old and ready  to mother something.         I thought  I only wanted to birth boys,   that I...

Memorial   No memorial for you, Except the stray addict friend Texting for a handout, Except the meth-addled stranger Parting his hair,...

A Summer Evening Right Here   You & I sit on lawn chairs in the front yard. There are too many roses blooming because I am the gardener  ...

Brain Mapping   The first color of the day is sky blue, at the window, edged with grass green and a marbled pattern of apple leaves. Wake...

Walking the Dog   It’s only a red light / a regular red  stoplight / it doesn’t mean what it used to / the crawl across my back? a nerve...

Be Fruitful and Multiply   Newly fascinated with germination,  my 80-year-old father shows patience— something Mom says he never had at...

The Interpreter asylum interview in Dilley, Texas 2019 In first person protocol no omissions or additions tongue and gums twist a path...

Understanding the Arena   Light was let all the way in Eventually I noticed the bra Near the cactus in the corner Of the yellow lawn &...

In the Room with Saint Augustine Sometimes the spoons are filled with despair at the breakfast table and the bowls howl their...

Brief siblings   1.  A brother   A big man in a motley top dogs me through Ikea. First we share a slot in the big revolving door – Hej! ...

Fragile    1. She lives with mirrors for sisters.   2. If she’d been exposed to poems as a girl she might be okay alone.   3. Rags...

Praise Song Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord. —Psalm 150 Lunch, late May, under the Japanese maple at our home on...

Chemotherapy With each infusion I imagine I’m a birch tree nurtured by nutrients traversing through its roots in a grove. We’re a...

Urbs in Horto – City in a Garden Where I journey through alleys that run like rivers of piss & trash & cigarette tar Where I listen to...