An earlier version of this poem appeared in Bluepepper back in 2020. Wolves Promises slip through sharp teeth like killers through clipped fences. Wolves adjust their dripping neckties and paint red stripes on their fur. This is a truth— everyone is either a wolf or a wolf dressed like your neighbor. Men wrapped in flags … Continue reading Poem: Wolves
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Poem: “Mid-breath, a Question” in Tiny Spoon
My poem "Mid-breath, a Question," is in Issue 8 of Tiny Spoon. Mid-breath, a Question Like that time we went driving past moonrise along black backroads and the cornflats sprawled like silver oceans while summer’s skirling nightbug chorus howled around in our truck and deer appeared like eldritch totems roadside in our blazing trucklights and … Continue reading Poem: “Mid-breath, a Question” in Tiny Spoon
Poem: “Questions, Answers” in Tiny Spoon
My poem "Questions, Answers" is included in Issue 8 of Tiny Spoon. Questions, Answers O restless midnight, what happens when the moon bends her wrists and braids silver mist through the trees? When the moon bends her wrists and braids silver mist through the trees, I grow like switchgrassand stretch out my hands to feel … Continue reading Poem: “Questions, Answers” in Tiny Spoon
Haiku in Modern Haiku
The following was included in the print-only issue of Modern Haiku, Volume 52.2, Summer 2021. Snowy branchold skinon my bones
Driving the Wine-Dark Roads: Robert Wynne’s “Self-Portrait As Odysseus”
You are lost, adrift in the vast, blue immensity of the sea. Greenblack thunderheads are gathering on the horizon, and already gargantuan waves are ramming the sides of your creaking wooden ship. There are faint crags in the distance, unknown mountains of a strange land where monsters might wait with unknown horrors. All you want … Continue reading Driving the Wine-Dark Roads: Robert Wynne’s “Self-Portrait As Odysseus”