Writer. Demand Poet.
Arriving at the fair, this annual trek we
Take to the hills of central Connecticut
I marvel again at the size of the whole
Ordeal, the mounds of raw chicken
Cooking in even rows
The art projects
Sorted by medium… Read the rest “The Wilderness Inside”
At the bottom of the dresser drawer
Under a twist of bras and
Fine-enough-to-donate
Ankle socks, I found the
Liner she used to protect the wood —
Or was it to protect the clothes? —
I’m not sure. Shouldn’t adults… Read the rest “I’ve Never Believed in Heaven”
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The two of you browse the
Grass aisles of the gravestone shop
Stuck between then and now at Locust and Cherry, with
The truckers and the teachers passing.
Marble blocks scatter on the little
Hill and you squint in … Read the rest “The Two of You”
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I am in love with my girlfriend’s husband
Because last night when
She was inverted in downward dog
Her ponytail flipped and I saw
The best of her younger self,
The girl he spotted when they first met… Read the rest “My Girlfriend’s Husband”
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Will you meet me
At the end of
The day, to
Reconcile the
Pain to
Clear things up, to
Pour ourselves together
In a glass and
Melt a little?
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I’m writing small stones as part of the … Read the rest “Clear Things – small stone”