they. will winters condense the water; will not fall, for 30 feet; of girder 40 feet; of water why, arks weld. to will not warm the heart how…
Browsing Category Poetry
aisotropes
I had always thought of insulation as a good thick, wrapping something up, making it soft, giving it a warmth it wouldn’t otherwise have until I learned after saying it wrong, ¿insular? but…
Statue of Limitations, I
The statue of limitations on how long she can love him has run out, she thinks. She thinks? She thinks: Beware those who provoke you to write poetry. She wrote «statue» meant «statute», statue’s…
The Sun on the Very Clean Tile
— My eyes are dates in water, my neck hair kicks up from cold air; the doctor is listening to me breathe on her padded table. When she touches me, I feel curled into…
Klickitat Haiku by Scott Starbuck
— That can’t be my hat on the stone by the river. There’s gray hair in it. —