Beesin the early fallwhile the bees clean house,I conjure a moon thattastes of fireweed honey,sweet on the tongueand slow on the fingers,it climbs high behindthe hickory tree and hangs in the topmost branches. Published on The Laundry Line, April 1, 2025
Category Archives: Poetry
Pittsburgh
Pittsburgh A creased wedding photograph of a woman.A Mass Card when she passes.The facts of her lifesupport no further conclusions.About the necessity of ambulances.The man who held her in his childish embrace.She is the silence that avalanches down toa mute son with too many mothers.Not enough uncles to help put the pigs backinto the sties. …
Anticipation
AnticipationThe man in the moon is sitting in his bathtub.His washcloth in his hand,he is scrubbing his left heel.Because tomorrow, he has a date with that skinny barista from Ashtabula.Who is sitting on her front porch,rocking slowly away from Ohio.Looking at him and wondering ifshe should make a wish. Published on The Laundry Line, 11 …
Lost Girl Sonnet
Lost Girl SonnetMuscles jostle against waterlilies.A scab can cover a wound for a punctuated year.I am like this sometimes— A cat licking chicken juice out of the bottom of the sink.The thing about the past is that the phone always picks up.Random facts never come to mind when you need a random fact.Of all the …
Architecture
ArchitectureWe put our pasts in our pockets where theyrub up against loose change and ghost stories.They mingle with the confetti of every laundry list, want ad, parking ticket, and fablethat we have used to explain and confound our lives.Truth rubs off and leaves formless tokens that we stamp with misremembered particulars and implausible circumstances.Counterfeit materials …