This poet pinned behind his ’63 Smith Corona at the art fair; he tilts his hat and waits for you To come, to ask him to free this poem not yet written, the one now held hostage inchoate in the fractal web of ether- He’ll lure it onto the page with whispers and worn keys … More Catch and Release
Driving toward the river in the new autumn dark, (carload of cheese and bread and plans, clean towels and swimsuits that won’t be used, a guitar, a bike, assumptions and wine) Winking lights ahead cast a curious spell on my watchful eyes, Blinking from what I daylight know to be the country cemetery; Solar … More Night Picnic, Wallace, MI
Dark spreads like blood pooling beneath the bruised skin, but warm – Or as though the earth is an eye, lids closing slowly and shadowing inward, And in this swelling night, in this place slowly cooling to the touch, The air compressor blasts and growls, channeling breath into the long-resting tires, So they may ride … More Dark Rides
Halfway North 