Even though see saws are a thing of the past.
I’ll return to a warm June evening when my brother
and I have walked to the local elementary school.
We seat ourselves on opposite ends, hold on […]
…..I’m as independent as a hog on ice, and
if they don’t let me alone they will be sorry for it.
………………..Journal of Private Sarah Wakeman
A Spring plowing incident when something gle […]
We had the whole summer afternoon
to peel squash in the cool of the barn,
me and Mike and Old Ed, the tenant
farmer before Mike who still dropped
by from time to time in clean overalls
to check on the […]
My summer reading list (and Spring) centers around the writings of Thomas Merton. After sifting through his prose and poetry I think the most amazing thing about him is how many people lay claim to him and find a […]
If you were mine,
I could do such wonderful things.
Oh, the stupid idea
of being a human being
and having to do all that sucking
to stay alive—and then he learns to talk!
Howl into the fierce grizzly i […]
My brother and I played war in a ditch
near the Ferris Wheel while the carnival barker shouted.
Our games didn’t take precedence over
my wanting to live like a civilized person,
but my father couldn’t aff […]
Woodpeckers at it again this morning
boring into the cedar clapboard, fascia,
cove boards too soft with age, too
inviting for the particular family-to-be
of the pileated kind, red crest pure
blazon and I rise […]
His mother’s words: Be a good boy!
Whatever that meant in 1920.
What did Harry T. Burn know?
He was a man now: 24
Republican Tennessee Representative.
He’d seen her in the kitchen, kerchief
holding bac […]
For Marvin Gordon
Thank you, he said when I moved well to the side
to ensure a safe enough social distance for
him to pass, what my ballet teacher did
in those early AIDS years by shaking his head
EINSTEIN’S LAST WORDS
(Einstein died on April 18, 1955, attended
by a nurse who could not understand
his last words, which he spoke in German.)
Surely it must have been a simple thing,
that sort of phrase t […]
We used to
tiny dirty un-
into the flesh
of the dowdy
called it, […]
Loosed from the arms of her mother
by the shame of wings, borne on blue,
feathered splendor, she watches earth
fall fast, past sycamore, linden
and pine. A farmer saw her, waved
and shook his head, said […]
Brush a thin film over the slit on your papered skin—
………..feel the throbbing start to numb.
Shields against……………………………..daily s […]
My mother has forgotten about the sun
Her gaze gauzy, living room window
a bay shape she has always detested
Here comes the mailman
My father is in the Rehab Center
Our king and conqueror
Patricia Hemminger has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
Consider the pattern of UV light
directing bees to the flower’s center.
Magnetic fields, unfelt by us
guiding geese i […]
Gary Beaumier has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
Once I shuffled along the wings of biplanes
I know this because I always fall in my dreams
from very high and unsurvivable […]
Ion Corcose has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
When I first gazed upon the world,
eyes like a dragonfly over a field of grass,
I did not see lightning or crows,
or a camel […]
Erik Wilbur has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
As she prepares a mirepoix
for the soup—her spine curled slightly
over the blade, over a chipped
laminate countertop—I con […]
Derek Kannemeyer has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
My father planted this fig tree.
25 years ago, the last time my folks visited.
The flight back got too much for […]
I will never forget the first time I read Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon and its startling portrait of the character Pilate. When Milkman first meets her she is standing very still, dressed in black and c […]
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