Poetry

How to adapt to circadian rhythms, like a 1-month-old He awoke before his parents did, welcoming the dawn he...

Joy Through Suffering We all serve another power. My master is a dog twitching while it dreams in its...

How did they do it? How did they turn The purest of pearl, Into a jagged rock? How did...

Longing If he had ever asked her, what it was she wanted from their life together, she would have...

Migration Don’t think, I have been obsessed with the blue sky. As I don’t have a place to sit...

PASSING In death we consider the person we may have ignored in life, or if not ignored, perhaps did...

Helpless I watch you slide under the sailboat’s lifelines into the dark water and jump to action pulling ropes...

the midnight swimmer breathless I stood in the beach Grove watching the waves run over her moonlit body the...

On top of the lamppost we saw a buzzard There is an awful patience in the waiting. The stillness....

The Bathers #10 I never tire of this rhythm though it wears down shards of glass, and there are...