[Zindsi Mandela, 23 December 1960 to 13 July 2020] how like a plant she was how just planted she was when, in 1978, her book of poems,...

Old Tools When I loaded the tools into the back of the car, the shovels’ polished handles and sharpened blades, the rakes, splayed with...

She insists she was in the room witnessed her mother kneel on the floor stick her head in the oven after turning on the gas asphyxiating...

Dossier, Bond James (j) Mad Libs Bond Can be prudent and blunt, taciturn and motionless. Prefers to remain undisturbed. Prefers the use...

Those two beagles would run if they could (forget us!) ​ out of the coop across the yard over the creek and up into the woods ​ dreaming...

They wrangle over the rain tax, the veined pipelines beneath this bedrock democracy, climate change and the crumbling second-grade,...

Bellovedere As a tampon bouquets in toilet water, I think of Bellovedere—a wine I tried on a Wednesday along with an Italian man’s mouth,...

I find myself in my daughter's basement with her baby, looking at a picture of me with her as a baby, and I don't know how I got here,...

I am afraid of the moon these days, everything spinning Loneliness a weak companion to my state of panic Virus vaccine glimpse of the...

Indian summer, we used to call it, but now whenever the temperature hits ninety in October we see the future we’ve created. Meanwhile the...

I love the chasms the dogs body through the snow. First light finds excavators hirsute and, needing to pee, hurrying a channel they widen...

No one in town seems to know their way around these county roads that have only numbers for names, and about all the farmers can say for...

In excess she savored much; Learned deeply, treasured little. Brave indiscretion awaited: Solace spare in afterthought. Anger sought wage...

Here they come, the apartment block girls, hard-lipped and smelling of deep fry and cigarettes, angry girls sleeping four-deep in boarded...

It’s dawn in Providence, the 23rd of June, and I’m in a diner, downing over-easy eggs and guzzling coffee and trying to put together, in...

If James Wright Came Back, What I Would Say Let poems fly willing as sonar to the cave of you. Let them nest in pockets you didn’t know...

the joke – that’s what it was stumbled on my lips and died convulsing between cream and sugar – ever polite, you looked away and exhaled...

The most flamboyant and beloved character in the novel Full Moon over Estrogen Island was sophisticated, energetic, and had lived in...

Wile e. Coyote blasted by TNT coyote is falling down a cliff … always falling, with gravity, never against gravity; no-one puts a...

Day 27 of Quarantine A tiny, brown lizard crawls up my front porch steps, jerking its head turning back and forth. Then, content to play...