Angles
Right, obtuse and acute
angles
work protractors
and politics
to the left and obtuse
as democrats
to the right and staunch
as republicans Continue reading
poets
Graffiti City
Graffiti City
Back in graffiti city
where trash drifts against the fences
instead of snow, where the tone
is a gruff wall
as if the skin were concrete
and the bones
were rebar wired together
by a twist of spite. Continue reading
The Food Chain
The Food Chain
Whitetails in the night
munch tomatoes, spinach
and corn, devour them all
with cilantro and sugar
peas, grind them
to a pulp with yellow
teeth and belch
artichoke mist
beneath brisk starlight. Continue reading
Ditch Apples
My Book of Clouds, Image XXV
Ozone Continue reading
Security
Security
If I were a window,
I’d be invisible to wings.
Flies would buzz
and head-bang bees. Wasps
would sting. Gnats
I’d knock unconscious. I’d be clearly
clean of guilt. If I were a window, Continue reading
Finishing Touches
The writing is completed, now the fun part begins? Continue reading
The Bear
The Bear
Troyer saw the bear
in his field, the second
bear he’d seen
in his eighty-four years,
our neighbors
down Dana Road
didn’t see the bear
in their yard, but found
their feed barrel ransacked
in the night. The guy
on the hunting land
behind their trailer
saw the bear
stand up on its hind legs
and take a look
through the window
of their truck. Continue reading
