Watermelon Surplus (poem)

Dead of summer, I’m aproned and sweating at my seasonal retail job, stacking cucumbers, stocking salads,   slicing potato sacks—golden, red, russet. We get a watermelon surplus—we truss it   all off the truck, extra pallets packed with cardboard bins bursting with fruit. We heave them through backrooms   to the selling floor, all those … Continue reading Watermelon Surplus (poem)

Sisyphus at the Summit (poem)

The boulder crumbled eons ago— even the gods can’t defy erosion. This is the question that rolled like a dark ocean behind his eyes: what happens when the Almighty’s will is bested by mere physics? Mortals weren’t supposed to reach the top. Men weren’t supposed to escape their punishments. But all the Underworld’s nebulous gloom … Continue reading Sisyphus at the Summit (poem)