Sophia’s Dragonfly

  • July 3, 2010 3:25 pm

June 2010

Happiness is a Place

  • June 29, 2010 6:19 am

In college I knew Ryan I don’t know him now Before him there was Shannon who I never knew, and how! It high school it was Sarah and others I forgot In fourth grade I knew Megan, so now I know her not And before here there were many who I never knew, or will…

Lexington’s Amazing Giraffe

  • May 8, 2010 11:24 pm

April 2010

Stacked

  • April 21, 2010 5:27 pm

Together we we never see the things we should And though not shy we both just lie we’d sooner die before we would Admit to knots of creeping thoughts we never bought those lands And so in bed I hold my head I could instead be reaching for your hands July 2009

At Twenty-Two

  • April 21, 2010 5:22 pm

At fifteen I knew you. But not at sixteen and now we are twenty-two. And now it seems you are a simile of a person I knew. And if now I ran into you I might say, “You remind me of someone I knew.” And that person would be you. She would be the you…

Oh, Calliope

  • April 21, 2010 5:21 pm

Calliope sits with her tablet on her thighs she cocks her head she hears our cries she smiles slyly and invites us with her eyes to try again We have our paper and our pen Our quill and ink and type We have decided this is when We will gird our loins and try again…

A Tree Grows in Smog

  • April 21, 2010 5:19 pm

A year and a half in housekeeping behind and done and gone Having never known such strife or lived through work so long No longer quite so young As a result, a different view between you and me, the things we knew The difference of a sprout and flower Time, it’s power has instigated the…

The Day the Oatmeal Changed

  • April 21, 2010 5:15 pm

Eggs were in my oatmeal this morning when I poured hot water from the kettle out hatched all the dinosaurs. They fumbled and they grumbled awake from age-long rest they climbed great oatmeal mountains Stegasaurus and T-Rex. They were loud and proud and monstrous they gave a bellow and a roar I found I could…

A Frog for Michael

  • April 21, 2010 5:08 pm

Feb. 2010

Emily Comes and Goes

  • April 1, 2010 5:32 am

The world is full of stone-cold souls lined and bunched and ground They look and frown from their marble bowls They detest that we're around Emily had an angel face a heart of pure spun silk And no comprehension of that place They flowed over her like milk Now in their dark and shallow depths…