Lying down and looking up Underneath the hydro towers dandelions splotch their leaves flat. Their stems reach up to the lines and hold...

Fistful of Glass Beads I thought how lucky to live so long, to travel so widely, succeed at disparate callings, to have known that Mardi...

BY THE LAKE I went outside to smoke a bowl (because my boyfriend was still sleeping because the sunrise was magical because I had no real...

You descend the hill. Your fur is pale yellow; black spots embroider you. Lynx—go— seize that sparrow with your bite, then scent out your...

CLIFTON, OREGON What is it, Clifton? Why’d I come back to be Near you, Near the ruins of what was– The fish heads The sea lions The...

UNFINISHED THINGS Between 1963 and 1966 The air - swollen with the promise of sex. We made out in a phone booth as he called home for a...

HARD TIMES The worried murmurs of small farmers fearful that loss of land will leave them rusting in their silos, does not pierce the...

Find out about Martin Galvin's new collection here. Vacuum Cleaners Once I tried to sell them used, talked myself door to door, offering...

a::::maze::::d —after an untitled painting by Merle Rosen ::dive in anywhere::::go ‘round and ‘round on pearl or coral::::cross on...

three encounters with cosmos your wine-stained lips whisper against our hips as we wade deeply through you and quiet wind past the...

Tranquility Base It was July 1969 down on Lake Sinclair. Outside was a night as loud as Mombasa. Inside the astronauts came down a blurry...

Untamed Horses Give Me Special Powers Back when I was a stow away in the boxcar that could return you to flesh I enjoyed many an O. Henry...

A STRANGER’S TOUCH At the Met I’m on guard over grandkids In close study of a mummy When fingers begin To entwine my hand I look up to...

THREE PONIES AT SUNRISE I’ll snitch sunrise from three ponies. Their hill and their fescue have disappeared. Crows are waiting at the...

Dirty Joke I love God a Hell of a lot more than I love Satan or myself or any -body else or anything I swear to Miss Hooker after Sunday...

Tet Memories We drove up from Da Nang to celebrate Tet that year with ông nội, my grandfather a regional official living in a...

What Did That Self-Help Guru Say? “Simply subtract your age from 65 and that’s how many good years you have left.” That makes mine fewer...

Snapshot: Late Winter In my garden, lichen patches the color of palest jade stud a brown-gray tree trunk, each cluster a flower form...

Babes My daughter said “If you write about this and read it to me, I’ll hate you forever,” because who wants to be reminded of a...

Son, My Chronology Ends with You Believe this island, wide as your arms. This launching forward, it is yours. You only need to dive in,...