Ospreys In Casco Bay How you glared as we entered your space, away your raised wings said, away from our…
This River We’re Crossing Like the day we brought the baby home, everything seems too bright, too large and loud,…
I Am Kneeling You are kneeling next to me. Our skins touch. Worlds are being…
One Last Adventure Ol’ Man River, the Mississ Sip, Ol’ Muddy, Big Blue You’ve more names than Lord or Lucifer…
The only time I see him This man is bigger than the bakery. He spills with joy like the bags…
Schoolboy I tell her that she’s as pretty as an October pear. She looks at me like a disapproving schoolmarm.…
Van Gogh’s Wheatfield with Crows (July,1890) His ravenous eyes gorged on the succulent summer light until his tears blazed with…
Consider Instead The noise of oxygen passing our tongues: a real conundrum—loud versions of thought, louder versions of lack of…