The Mary CasketFrom the Print

         [FLOOR]          In the foyer: a walnut floor. The cracks near the door create a triangular pattern. There are water scars at the foot of the stairs.          I scrape cobwebs from the baseboards with a dull knife.          … Continued

Three PoemsFrom the Print

… Sunset wears a crown
Like a wound wears a crown.
Even I believe in something
When looking into water at sunset.
Even then the gods are at work.
The eyes see something beautiful beyond,
The shells of snails twirling like a galaxy
Made from a mathematical formula
Like a flame trying to become a rose…

TalkFrom the Print

He hasn’t talked to anyone today. I haven’t talked to anyone today. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to. It’s not that he hasn’t wanted to talk to someone, but he just never had the chance to…