Prose, Poetry, and Art since 1956
July, blue chlorine bulbglittering pool light ripplingand blurred body billow held in black bead of nightdusky spruce and cedar outlinebackyard under hazed moon little stars, backyard spotlighttonguing a path of grassbeside the cellar doors. Wishing…
The Dog days of Summer are here. What does that mean? For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere it means Sirius, the brightest star in our night sky, begins its rise over the eastern…
fill the void by repeating phrases. repeating phrases to make it so. repeating phrases to get it right. tonight would be a perfect night to be the boston strangler. tonight would be a perfect night…
I am a perennial vegetabledrinking myself purpleLoosely, we chained devilsspot a mushroom on the backyardOn the backyard sonnetOn the blessed easter of my chosenmother who sits like a strawberryin a cozy chair, I love her…
She’d listen closely, then gently remind Such is life!Her mantra: don’t live a coulda shoulda woulda life. Tucked me to bed with when the blaze is blue, and the lamp-wick sputters, and the wind goes…