The Dalmatian sank from me
when I set him on the grass,
pausing to kneel before his bones
crumpled away. I knew he was reaching
toward death. I wanted to help him
snatch it in his jaws.
I can trace this moment forward
to the end of so many things:
my address, the life I’d planned,
the man I held until I saw
I was never his. Weeks later,
dog prone on the bed where sunset
gilded …
“And yet many scientists still describe geoengineering as an inevitability—it’s just so cheap, they say … polluting the air on purpose to keep the planet cooler … and …
Do the obituaries of great men
mention their hobbies?
Raye Montague played bridge.
If your obituary appears in the Times
and goes for six screens
maybe it’s okay to include
your …
A figure sits quietly on the shadowed earth
underneath the spreading branches of
the tree of the mind. Through long night
an owl calls with spaced out singular
cries. It …
The last late rain-scaled light has swum
along the office wall.
An aggrieved
mosquito-whine of all you’ve not achieved
needles. But your pen’s aphasic.
Each hypnotic tick
of keyboard pecked …
Britney Spears, I can hear the static
you make from here. The bass line
beams low and clear across state lines,
they say. Do you miss indifferent
gas station attendants …
by Charles Bukowski this dog Sadness is gnawing at me again. I sit in this room with a big hole chewed in my side. all I …
by Li-Young Lee Sad is the man who is asked for a story and can’t come up with one. His five-year-old son waits in his lap. Not the …
I’ve learned to learn the street by sound, a candy wrapper snipering the gutter in a wind, an owl faltering on the imitation belfry over the ocean. Her tail feathers …
by David Hernandez A boy runs into a busy street, a boy who happens to be my father. Yes he’s careless and yes here comes the taxicab. This happened
