The Light at the End of the Universe (poem)

Not the bioluminescence  of fireflies pulsing around the maple   out back, nor evening sunfire flying through purple dusk, but    the weak electric glow on unmoving brown fur.    A young rabbit. Huddled in the paintbrush shadows   beneath my workbench. Dead. Stretched on its side,   unbloodied, unbroken, perfect save for its stillness. … Continue reading The Light at the End of the Universe (poem)

Three from Third Wednesday (poem)

As Things Are Pink and glistening umbilicus writhes blindly among the peony roots. Tiny, scarlet-feathered dinosaurs pull it wriggling from the soil. I grin and bare my pacu teeth and watch with my chimpanzee eyes.   Driving on an August Evening Cicada’s hacksaw jabber storming the air of Highway 46, tree-song  and dusk-wind and engine-hum, … Continue reading Three from Third Wednesday (poem)