A ragged ship departs port/ & starts its journey down/ the Amazon Basin, dusk/ wrapping brilliant sunset

She removes the left shoe/ the hospital wristband/ the right shoe with the shoestrings frayed/ then she wanders

The clementine/ in the drainage ditch/ has found an/ unexpected niche/ the only fresh orange/ in miles of

When they visit/ I force them to flutter/ through my waking hours/ like kaleidoscope butterflies/ and their

The gale galloped over/ the exposed spine of the earth/ like a stampede of wild bison/ It raked across the

I can change my thoughts/ Corral them into a sunny/ Meadow/ Spin them until they/ Laugh/ I can fold

Out the garage/ and into the veins/ of the city// to work for our pay/ to pay for the house/ to live near the

We see the good side,/ the part that twinkles,/ the light that we follow.// I look up,/ and I admire,/ from the

I look at myself,/ in the mirror,/ reflecting my persona./ I touch up my makeup,/ just a notch,/ but suddenly, I

She was heavenly/ She was calm/ She was motherly/ She was pure/ She was peaceful/ She was the light

The handful of young men and women invited to the house on Liberty Street united in a common goal:

The hours are to be trusted in the rigor of their length./ As the day wears on, skin flakes mark your absence.

Bubbles of sounds/ in red orange and blue/ sparkling their way/ through the night sky,/ drifting like

As you drift off,/ you imagine a poem/ about the night sky/ which talks about/ fairy dust/ and candy

Don’t you know the difference between a potato and a lion?/ That’s odd.// They put lions on pajamas

That was it. I wasn’t able to be free,/ wasn’t prepared to carry the load, not entirely./ I was too young. And

Common tongue passed back/ and forth, tenuous communication// stretched over a canvas/ of silence

When I'm dead I wonder will I know it/ and if I will if there's something I can/ do about it but if not at least

The Usurpation; Or: How the Honor of Store Location 1293 of the Ragin’ Raccoon Pizza House Franchise

Ingrid didn’t like birthdays. She didn’t mind getting older—a sheer measurement of time—and supposed