Out West by Carol Wright
on the road late summer afternoon surrounded by eroded hills, shadowed badlands, thin stalked grasses and rocks on a slight rise of the land Nebraska or Wyoming, just could be about anywhere this side of…
Category: No Time for Poetry but Exactly What Is
Give Myself Away
I want to give myself to everyone in this class (But what if they’ve had enough of your tie-dyed mind?) I want to give myself to Lindsay (Who welcomes my odd perspectives on Jesus) Express…
Monday Morning
At the Lindell Schnucks Walking away from the self-checkout Passing two men round my age One says to the other “They found her dead in her car”
Tiger Tiger Burning Bright
They’ve got to be late 60s Some early 70s Same age as Gary Roi— Now what was Gary doing back in 1968 When the men of Tiger Force went about their war? How many of…
The Price of Peace by Rob Trousdale
I read Goldtooth on climate change while I contemplate buying new construction I read Maurin on simplicity while I lay 6.5 on the Knicks (-130) at the Garden I read Wolff on capitalism while I…
You’ve Got Better Things To Do, Like…
Read Margaret Smith’s biography of Rabi’a of Basra at some Lower East Side Odessa restaurant Take refuge in late March, early April underneath the tallest trees in Queens and the Bronx Write incandescent love poem to…
At Café Ventana, I Daydream, Seeing…
Your hand the first to shoot up in Torts You smiling serenely at the gunners You checking off your To Do list with equanimity You noticing the unjoie de vivre jaws of your friends, knowing, sooner of…
Louisville, July 1986
I was walking up Broadway towards 4th A rusty ’76 BMW 2002 going west sped by at 2:21 p.m. “Walking on Sunshine” blasted from the radio I thought of you
“My Greatest Accomplishment,” Said Bella Levenshteyn,
“Is being present to anyone I meet.”
Your Name Came Up (Daydream/3)
I smelled like smoke Which is unusual for me But I humored him Though it wasn’t funny To think of him dying From the deliberate wreckage of his lungs I hadn’t seen him in ages…