“Evil is unspectacular and always human,
And shares our bed and eats at our own table,
And we are introduced to Goodness every day.”
-W. H. Auden, from “Herman Melville”
Tomás Q. Morín – The Shore Party
The grill sits with its mouth open
like a child begging for more.
I’ve lost count of the franks we’ve eaten
Jeffrey Skinner – American Cartography
Someone’s hidden all the fun
behind years bunched up
like ill folded maps
stuffed in the glove box.
Toward the end of August I begin to dream about fall, how
this place will empty of people, the air will get cold and
leaves begin to turn. Everything will quiet down, everything
will become a skeleton of its summer self. Toward
Carl Adamshick – Epithalamium
Here you go
light low and long
in the fields
at sunset and sunrise
Poetry Diary: feeling sad for a good friend whose father passed away last night.
Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud