on British ship
glided and turned
her prow southwestward
seeking
a heavy-shouldered
head set low
a much-worn young face
pale and set
looking always
across the sea
next week the circus
“rain or shine”
men home from war
another election, battered ballot
redemption song
tom dooley on the banjo, followed by [...] Continue Reading…
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earth laid over a frame
a salt-swollen sandbox full
with two schools of halibut
a relative rang. i couldn’t speak
long- i was on my way out
to the market to purchase
some knuckle-grass. it’s so [...] Continue Reading…
given to me as a gift
nothing has been more helpful
this is what it is to say, “that
all your life, [...] Continue Reading…
tonight i saw a star shoot right out of the Providence river, fly through downtown and land on a [...] Continue Reading…
if i could build a large tree-house
that stood high above the world
maybe i could rule from there
and take away [...] Continue Reading…
i sit here, in the shade of a tree
it’s so kind to me
{i know} if it could let go
of [...] Continue Reading…
