Grand Rapids Bridge
Early evening sun/ Caught under the arches/ Words stuck in my throat
Early evening sun/ Caught under the arches/ Words stuck in my throat
A few miles past that fucked-up intersection coming off of the Chicago Skyway – the toll booth, the gaping hole in the road, the circle left and then allemand right demanded by some depraved square dance caller – I-65 shakes off the big city and, like any good Midwesterner makes a good and straight line … More Untraveling
I am burning through the decades, not figuratively as I finish my first fifth decade, no literally onto this bonfire I am pitching husks of barnacles like Porterfield Elementary autograph books, 40 years of birthday cards, Christmas photos, school concert programs, playbills, ticket stubs, pay stubs, tree bark, blurry photos, zoo photos, tree photos, maps … More Fire and the Deep
Sleep swims slippery through this seine of mine tonight, I reach over to the nightstand and hold the world in my palm – even when the world is distant I seek what is spare, I seek out the edges. I click on tiny blue circles along the lakes and rivers as I move north – … More Snapchat Lullabies