Poems

“I read the line over and over / as if I might discern / the little fires set / the flames of an idea licking the page”

“Illumination,” Natasha Trethewey

Hummingbirds | Poetry

Hummingbirds | Poetry

When my father was eighty years old and mellowing, he decided to win the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes. Since he was well-off financially, he said, “If I win the ten million dollars, I’ll give it to you son, and your family will be set for life.” Of course, I...
Request Radio, Saturday Night | Poetry

Request Radio, Saturday Night | Poetry

After a two-pitcher Sangria dinner after three days tarring the biggest roof in Travelers Rest, he’s waiting for Darlene who’s been under that roof for twenty minutes, getting the guilt-free frozen dessert they’ll eat at her place. He’s hoping she’ll surprise him but...

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