The Bookshelf

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)

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)