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

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”