Words

I can’t think about summer enough. The gooey melancholy warm inside me like FAT Krinkle-Kut French Fries dipped in ketchup In between pool games and juke box...

This was supposed to be the year that I returned,to the breathtaking views of the Rockies,to the aroma of fresh-ground coffee,to the fragrances of...

I press the snooze button on my alarm three times and then finally wake up happy I step in to the outfit already laid out, place my foot in...

Poets gather like words on a page scribed in their own handwriting as illustrious lines they embody poetic form — such as , a tercet , perhaps — where this...

Don’t read into the title, “So, You’re a Poet,” just see it for what it is. There’s no question mark, no other words. It’s...

and this time you slipped as a raindrop through the clouds of my forgetfulness to fall like the thought of a forming leaf wearing that dress i remember and laughing at the...

Just there after, the lights dim down to a nearly indiscriminate fade.The hush falls on the crowd like a falling line of dominos.It’s the...

There is a line in the sun As the crack in an egg I am wandering the interstate Walking on tired legs With dreams as diesel gasoline A glow...

Be aware of the midnight knock, the one that sends you breathless out under moth veiled streetlights, no time to grab a toothbrush or...

I watch your skin breathe pain tells us we need a change I think if you were awake you’d be kissing me senseless but you aren’t and...

                            Dawn hesitated,                  Behind the clouds                           Clawing, at the                Dark summit scrapple                           And brought to her                Were age quivers                           Of bird shadows                From sun flights. Kristen Marshall is a founding member of Boulder...

How’s everything at school? Good...why? Another mother passed along a whisper: there’s this boy, he might have a gun. Should I tell you, or leave you in...