Category: poems

• Christmas Eve 2013

  Never mind the ones who live as though this world is a throwaway place, terminal, terminus, the blood-washed stage upon which battles of foretold conclusion must…

• Climate Change

  I worry when it rains that my cellar will fill with water and wonder how long it will take for the backwash from the fields…

• What You Decide to Call Good

  It all depends on what you compare, I tell my good friend who wants to believe that battles can be won against this most intransigent…

• Wendy Goes to Chicago to Address the EPA

  It was three minutes’ testimony. Took her three hours to write, three days to work up the nerve to begin to write, three weeks to…

• The One in Which the City Council Strips Funding for a New Park from the Budget

  I know I’ve seen his face before, seen him in the company of men like himself and he was not so tall then, not so…

• Standing Army

  To keep a standing army is to tacitly acknowledge that you have divided the world into haves and have-nots and must now employ an enforcer…

• Long View

  Darling, you should see the view from up here. So vast it is, I can look out on the horizon and see beyond tomorrow’s tomorrow and…

• Book Burning

  This life needs a bonfire, all these books in need of burning, all this burning in need of a pit of raw earth in which…

• Disconnect

  The band is powered up and ready to go, the big PA on tall poles and amps stacked and cords snaking across the stage looping around…

• Birds Will Fly

  The windows in this house, painted shut for decades, I’m scraping away now at old latex, flaking the lead, peeling back the years to their bare…