Category Archives: Poetry

“I like oranges,” she says, again, midnight hair thrown back, amber eyes flashing. I had heard her, the first time.

I search for left hands in a bin

I dreamed last that you came to visit, that you had something important to tell. I was busy stocking shelves at the store, and asked you to wait for a few minutes.

The doorway facing me allows a slivered fractional view of a streetside window. Through the left lower corner, a sign across the way warns, No Trespassing.

“It’s cold out there, Greg.” ~Iditarod Red Lantern Award Winner Bill Mackey The mercury read two below zero when I left Twisp.

Saltwater sloshes at my puttee-clad boots as I sway beside my brother, the lieutenant. His son, nearby, is propped on an elbow, smoking in a crowded bunk at the sally port.

This place used to be alive. I can feel it. The walls of the cliffs ascend beyond sight, and the shadows engulf me as I walk.

Descended smoke thick as Beijing smog Cell phone coverage and landlines out All ties cut to the world-wide web

The water fountain at All Saints Church is built for children.