The Word

We have a mere two days of class left before our presentations begin. I'd like one last blog post from you, a final reflection about...

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter Whe...

Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where fog trails and mist creeps, The whistle of a boat Calls and cries unendingly, Li...

And it grows, the vain summer, even for us with our bright green sins: behold the dry guest, the wind, as it stirs up quarr...

The moon comes up. The moon goes down. This is to inform you that I didn’t die young. Age swept past me but I caught up. S...

If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throw open a...

Good morning kiss. Their teeth glance. Clack of June bugs against pane. On the porch a young man in the full sun rocking. Jars incubate t...