So we’re remembering the years
in San Francisco, the apartment
on Gough followed by stays
at two nearby boardinghouses—
breakfast and supper and a double room
at the end of a hall overlooking
maple branches
out past the fire escape—scraggly leaves
half eaten but holding on, a streetcar
passing every fifteen minutes,
students with backpacks
walking by, old Japanese ladies
carrying bags of groceries
back to their rooms, we’re
caught up in the urban excitement
Lips, perhaps, in Pyrrole Red (pigment used in automotive finishes):
my first car, a small Ford built
to replace (impossible) the Mustang.
Eyes designed by Guignet of Paris, who patented the …
From space the river is loose thread. Frayed but clearly discernible.
A wall but not a wall.
At county, a jailer winds it around his neck. Surrenders to unconditional embrace. …
Orion
He doesn’t know his belt’s gone out of style,
or that he needs a license,
that hunting has a season now.
He is still in the endless forests of his past,
Faulkner County reeks of burning leaves;
other days, smelt from the refinery.
A whiff of manure when the breeze
turns just right. All seasons, this air
is heavy with rainwater: …
Christmas lights are being taken down, The Rose Parade is coming to town. New Year’s resolutions are looming fast: All signs another year has passed. But before we bid 2014 adieu,
Possumtown Neighborhood, Piscataway, NJ, one mile from the Middlesex Sampling Plant site, where radiation cleanup from ore sampling in the 1940’s was projected to be completed in 2000 My best friend …
C: I’m Claire, I’m an avid reader, aspiring writer, and I collect a lot of books filling the entire house so there are only narrow crevices to squeeze …
by Amorak Huey She asks almost everyone: her daughters, the man she’s having an e-mail love affair with, her oncologist, her mother, the girl who sells her latté. They …
