August 28, 2020
after H.D.’s “Heat”
fists in air. April, the minor
god, sets his wet throat on the orchard—
ice and wind. After days ab...
August 14, 2020
a folk tale
July 31, 2020
Adam D. Weeks
theater, I feel you heavy as the night, fog
folding its hands into thick blankets placed over
the empty street—the cinema spills across
the concrete. Popcorn, candy, some han...
July 17, 2020
The lake crawled into my driveshaft and locked the axles.
Composure as mechanical frequency of I-beams, steel
railroad bridge. Its crescendo met with a rubber mallet
lover. Could I be drug across town tied to the rear axle
of a Bronco? Eyes strung from t...
July 3, 2020
“The Denby Sonnets”
Common sense to help out to think
of the work they do, the momentary
and mortal expression of beauty.
In spirit classic artists of the past
are present at a serious performance
and watch it with attention, affirming
the inner force c...
May 22, 2020
Some sort of goddess of some sort
of season between summer and autumn.
Some bright heat through a dancing curtain
onto our bed. An especially warm day in October.
Not a muse—greater. A steady flow
of song echoing from the wood-floored corr...
May 8, 2020
James Kelly Quigley
My Father Took Me Hunting
because we had given up other ways to make music.
The white hummingbird of buckshot
is not melodic, but neither is silence.
What I recall I recall scarcely. Like a sostenuto
hanging so faint it may not be there at all,
April 24, 2020
in a 1940 photo my mother sports
a beret & snug pea-coat
her face unlined
she’s about to ligh...
April 14, 2020
"Nobody's Girl" by Sheila Black (Puerto del Sol 2005)