All of us are smitten by the cute. And the shine of symmetry. The clear, un- blemished skin of stunning’s layer. I could sing each note ...

—for Rico   Our moon’s a prime example of less-is- more. Its slivered, crescent shine. Its mountains on the brim of light and dark. Risen...

Grandma ate her grapefruit over the sink, taking her husband’s advice, saying it kept the squirts from messing up the walls & kitchen...

and not because I’m pulled by the colour black. Actually, all the pigments combined will equal black. So it’s really just considering...

In those days, the plot was only as sharp as pointed lead. HB didn’t stand for Harcourt Brace— not yet,   and every yarn dependent on a...

Your child asks, why do we have an extra eye but not an extra nose?   The second serves as spare, I answer, though not quite accurately....

You can thank Gavrilo for your existence. And this Serbian’s piercing shot. I should really give credit to his mother. Marija lost six  ...

The mother & child reunion, is only a moment away          —Paul Simon   It began as mere haiku:   Scar in my center Folded skin...

With the most recent tabulations from the Department of Global Poetry, there are 685 billion, 278 million, 431 thousand, 294 poems about...

You noticed I bought a book by Eli Bartmann. His tome of Selected Poems. 88-hundred pages. Now there’s a man who’s humble,  remarking...

News sites have become a one-trick pony. My friend in California read The Big One’s Coming Soon— Here’s Why   causing her to toss her...

Can’t you hear the Atlantic? little Shelly asks, handing it to me as if in turn, a pearl that’s found beneath, the odds of one-in-three,...

One of my students watched La Maison à Plusieurs Pied by Jean-Pierre D'Allard, telling the rise, fall of the Sainte Bouviers, ensnared by...

Say forgive, and I’ll hand you back your shawl. A poor man’s partial blanket. As if your shoulders needed comfort above the rest. Heat...

We’ve been locked in an iterant eddy, a satellite that’s fused into its rhythm, a record that wheels forever, despite the ending of its...

I found myself remembering the day in kindergarten, when the teacher showed us Dumbo, and I realized for the first time that all the kids...

Every poet I adore has written one-too-many books. Filled with poems which are insipid, absent of spark & fire, the fatigue of wearied...

The wall that is bare in our bedroom is a painting all its own.   Someone made the effort to submerge their brush in Behr, smooth out...

If life gives you lemons, don’t settle for lemonade. Make a mansion of meringue, wash it down with whisky sour.   I want to plunge a pie...

Day-twah is how you pronounced it, my ostentatious friend, as though the French were still infesting where the river worms and bends ;  ...