Two Pints
fireside rug wishing the dog would take me Six years it was, sleeping on couches. Waiting for Mam to […]
Tributes
Considering Metal Man (as a Template for World Peace)
He sits in Union Station so that you don’t have to,
Covered in metallic paint, not moving, like applied
Pascal taken one step publicly further.
Humor, Poems, Tributes
In Early Drafts, Robert Frost Relied Heavily on the Thesaurus
Discontinuing By Timberland on a Fleecy Eventide —Robert Frost Whose copse this is I speculate I get. His domicile is
Monopoly
My son’s the sticky-fingered banker—
a vault of red licorice squeaks
in his mouth. He conducts business
from his wooden chair on his knees,
puffing on a fresh piece of licorice,
clutching his stack of $500 bills
as if the IRS is coming for his
fortune with a giant vacuum cleaner.
Love to But
To decline, to refuse, dig in one’s heels, to resist like a
small dog its leash—I find that gesture so alluring, such a sweet, guilty
pleasure.
