Words

I am the tinker-toy derelict in the corn;you are the plucky jalopy in the public pool.I mean to say, meet me in the delicatessen;leave...

and i can not be,  here, not tonight,  a dying vine,  these memories  twisted backward, embers of a life  retreating back to the earth  with thoughts, evolved  to die  an ego, regressed,...

                            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...

When I was a rock     I knew patience     and slowly,     my sharp edges     became smooth While tree     I knew squirrels,    ...

4 wallsSurrounded and safe like a fly in a cupConfused and lost beyond wordsA hideous reminder of what we could be.Had we taken that...

I know that room inside youwhere you go to hide when you’re scared and don’t want to be seen. Where your back is turned away, eyes lowered if they’re...

Walking around the lake this afternoon, something about the cottonwood leaves, strewn along the shore, and how the colors glowed, and the reflections in the water slowed me...

As I lay here watching the world crumble from my phone screen, I look outside my window. The trees stand as per usual.This time covered in...

full moon poetryjagged and rawbleeding from the woundsof an ancestral saw back and forth as it goesthrough the passage of timewith these hands, grandfatherthat cannot...

L.A. i said isn’t that where dreams go to die where you never say hello so you don’t have to say goodbye  where crooks find love and lepers fornicate and...

The celebration in Wuhan is a galaxy of lights.The temporary hospitals are torn down, the mallsare reopened. A man fixes his daughter’s maskby a...

They’re everywhere – !behind bushes, on benches,under bridges, in the hedges,eyes shiningtoo much.    I’ll be the log   in your fire place.   Let our nostalgia  ...