Fucked up

Exit Ninety-three

Blues

The Old Couple

No longer do they roam the fields and woods searching for rare birds like they once did. They pass the hours watching old TV shows Stay up...

The Fog

I had an experience once, riding in a Buick and winding up in San Francisco. It was 1962 and I hardly recall what we...

On Writing and Craft: An Interview with Lyn Lifshin

This interview first appeared on PoetryCircle in 2006, shortly after the site was founded. PoetryCircle: Lyn, you're probably as prolific as any poet writing today,...

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A robot from East Lairdfield Nurseries telephones to wish me happy birthday. Of course, that indicates that...

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One fat, meaty growth fills the head with nowth.

Blog Post One

8-Ball's Son @17 Hey, are you awake, Dad? ASK AGAIN LATER Are you napping? AS I SEE...

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“Indeed, why didn’t we?”

On Sand

A Woman Walks