Far from the River Rushi

I sit here far from the River Rushi, having known many northern rivers not unlike that channel rushing by Basho, off on his narrow road to the deep north, and wonder how a child might be intentionally be left there, on the banks, behind and abandoned. There are only...

Melting in Cusco

[using Google translate (Serbian, Vietnamese, Georgian, then back to English) on an old paragraph about a friend and I wandering Peru -- then later expanding and editing] After we finished eating, Maria and I searched the city for a hookah bar. Along the...

Fiat Lux

I didn’t intend to break in to the bird sanctuary to set fire to the border patrol truck but I didn’t not intend to break in to the bird sanctuary to set fire to the border patrol truck Is a thing you might say and your attorneys might advise you not When the judge,...

Candy Crushes

Todd We’d read our book reports aloud in my treehouse. He’d read first. His dimples and his cupid lips. He played clarinet and on the opposite side of the room, I blew the baritone. He never looked at me during Band. Alex Walked him to his dentist appointment in 7th...

3 Poems

For Conceit Don’t say Polka Dots & Moonbeams. Don’t look it up on your phone. A phone is for talk: the wall that grew into earth in The Echo Chamber sent off to residential school at seven came home with the wrong mother tongue all red wine from conjugation...

Even as little

Even as little as five years old, you would stand in the doorway that wasn’t even a doorway, just a spot in the park your father walked you to, told you let’s build a house right here that only the two of us know about and I can say something like Parkhouse in the...

big bird balls

he doesn't think he's a poet he just likes to write things in his phone every night and every morning he deletes them birds flying away at a faster pace than normal they make her nervous I like the birds that fly together I don't care how fast they fly or where they...

She Said…& Daddy’s Girl

(For this first one, I stopped at Jonathan’s “We did not kiss” and wrote it out, including his (ironically). She Said I Looked Like Jesus She said I looked like Jesus and therefore would no longer kiss me. I’d grown a beard. Let my hair run a little. We’d been married...

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