Words
Mother’s Persian Rugs
Mother wouldn’t have liked
those three men—
with their long grizzly beards
and big Milwaukee guts,
not to mention the mud
they tracked all over
Mother’s Persian rugs.
That day it...
‘So, You’re a Poet’
Don’t read into the title, “So, You’re a Poet,” just see it for what it is. There’s no question mark, no other words. It’s...
Colorado Goddamn
Dear Nina,
Two years in, milady, and all Boulder has taught me is that keeping up with the Joneses still keeps one oblivious to the...
Understandable
Uppermost in almost anybody’s mind these days
(Not to impute Platonic shape to space)
Desire (as if it were a thing) will blaze
Entre nous anew, prognosticating...
