Sitting there making it all about him Pretending that this earth isn’t hollow Superficial sorrowful pleasures manufacturing peace How...

I drive south down Highway 23 to work – seventy miles away – and at the forty mile mark, ice-caked roads give way to clear. Snow-flocked...

It’s a week into the start of a new semester and my brain is muddled. Somehow, I’ve been teaching on my community college campus for...

Long past due One final note Instead a long poem is at hand Read roaming the country to every audience with her name on it The way Milton...

It’s the fucking 4th of July and I’m on my bike at night which makes me feels like I’m 8 rather than 58 and going super fast even though...