SEVEN-TEN SPLIT big strike gold rush & any second now it’s gonna kick in & down, torch red taillights through blinds which slice  across...

Meadows open like books toward the horizon, pitch and swell with prairie language. I know I am in a dream, and this is my way of...

silking day / light into glass  I might have / become a grandmother / or grasshopper / might have curled inside a flower’s scent of...

The park was cold air —sharp vinegar in the nose. A damp picnic, with family the daughter did not know well. She did not want to be...

You come to this valley where the tall grass trembles in no breeze at all, and the road vanishes in the glow of headlights in fog, and...

Observing a man’s hair plugs   either my new low / or perhaps a new peace /   a petal laid on a pond’s surface / i stare at follicles /  ...

Burr Dream On the night of my dead brother’s birthday, I dream his body has grown feet from his belly. A ring of them, some protruding...

Riskless nights’ suburban memory: a Stop through the plosive, my heart in soil, always punished for one reason or another: because a...

for Tom Mallouk We paused where the river waited behind a boulder, trout sipping caddis flies from the swift current, tree swallows...

any good actor will tell you  it’s not them up there but a kind  of wind  that throws wide the door they have spent their whole lives to...

Vladimir came to America from Russia in 1998.             “All of my buddies, they gambles.”             And tonight, he is my Lyft...

An anorexic walks into Chili’s. She opens the menu and dies from shock.   An anorexic walks into Chili’s. She doesn’t open the menu,...

I was the queen of water, even if no one knew. Ten years old, teeming with secrets I was called innocent and little and cute. I was...

Easy Victims to the Charitable Deception of Nostalgia By Emily Schulten White Pine Press 2024 The striking cover of this poetry...

Wheel By Hayden Saunier Terrapin Books 2024 Here’s an honest answer to why it’s taken me so long to write this review: this book of poems...

Settling into a wingback lounge chair at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, I allow myself to rest in the sweeping view overlooking...

Matter is the problem of the house, which is the problem with me. Matter and the problem of the house can be neither created nor...

after Brian Doyle   Consider the word takhi for a moment. Written, the word might remind you of a Taki, the preservative-loaded,...

For a long time she’d been grappling with the question of why she bothered to write. She knew it wasn’t to connect with potential readers...

The other night was a good one in the east when the rain stopped and I plant liberties  so I can pull them up like turnips again and...