Adam Robinson

Puzzle of a person

Puzzle of a person Ten words: Music- exercise - contemplation- yoga- love- anxious-work-nature- devotion-creativity Wind is blowing in the automne leaves Always like to watch it light reflect on the yellow Cold air enter the door Running on the footpath With a little...

Just Another October Poem

As the years pass Piled like deadfall It seems like more and more Leaves are cleaved From these skeletal trees   You’d think they’d stand Straighter for the loss But their boughs bow low Hunched over as if against Coming winter’s wicked-eyed wind   As if the...

Round, Racy, Nut & Plum

We left the door open like a bottle. Imagine all the wine stains over the years. We’ve blossomed closer, archived past-lives, footnoted each other’s autobiographies, cross-referenced reincarnation. Each step you take is a word I write each word I write is a posted...

Special

Ava was born without skin. The doctor delivered her gingerly, cradling her clacking bones, as he pulled her sinewy muscles and ligaments from her mother’s body, her lungs and heart puddling through his thick fingers. Ava’s mother cried when she saw her daughter and...

Brave New Girl

Seven-year-old Melody always leaves a space on the swing for her guardian angel. She’s too new yet in a world that barely hides pains of hunger, shivers of cold on a night when the coal stove burns out hours before dawn, smells of ageing urine in the bedside pot and...

Wooded Witness

No one suspects the tree Silent, stationary,a bit of a sway Defines the universe Form encased within fabrics of root hairs Facile, ribboned, tight, invisible Strung up as a form suspended No animation Where the body vegetates, spirit Free to wander, no, tethered Xylem...

Big Sisters

Big Sisters My best friend and I in Catholic School were both the eldest daughters with younger sisters we were committed to having complete control over. We did this by distorting their perceptions of reality and telling them lies about how the world really works,...

All the Tropes We Cannot Eat

The blinking neon sign should have been a warning. Then the room number—pure bad luck. And the night clerk’s goatee, Jesus. You needed gas, don’t we all. A back wheel jammed while crossing the parking lot. Wheel of Fortune. The Price was Right. Jeopardy. I’ll take...

Say a few words for the dead

Grandma sings: a pinch of grandpa there you see sprinkle him around like sweet sugar. She’s given the two of us cousins a plastic cup of dirt she had collected from the garden. She’s wearing her best housecoat and given us each a pouch of grandpa’s ashes. We didn’t...

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