Who may be listening

Who may be listening

Escape from posthumous platitudes toBe a truth they cannot denyDespite all their search forA One and OnlyPasted over and overUntil we reach some perverse word countAs long as we reach the endSince at least there is one No more worries aboutWhat comes after a rest that...
Voices

Voices

            Most days, Renata liked being surrounded by restless relatives jostling for attention, laughing at jokes that were stale millennia ago, and singing ancient songs. Today was not one of them. And while she appreciated the many things these people did for...
Double Exposure: Short Drives

Double Exposure: Short Drives

The day of the truck crash, someone drove me to church, A few days before the new year, I saw a fox in my arms the teddy bear the firefighters gave me, carrying a rabbit in its mouth as it crossed the asphalt it had been raining, which is why we hydroplaned your dad’s...
Up North

Up North

There’s a trail, bleached under sunlight,                           that begins by a river that cascades like snow,curved like an ellipse. The jargon of green                           and brown hues dappled beneath a layerof clear water, frogs dragged their bodies   ...