the sky this evening was something else a rutabaga perhaps or an elephant trumpeting joy in pink swaths or candy floss sticky sweet & empty yet satisfying as all midwestern things can be


the summer stormswept in from the southwith winds whippingtrees to fury;a duck’s hiss of hailpummeling us to safety what unexpected luckto find the greyed lean-toin the middle of the woodyour hair a mess of wetstuck to your forehead,your t-shirt clinginglike the old flameI would […]


the squirrelsor maybe chipmunksbecause squirrelsget blamed foreverything solet’s not jumpto conclusionsbut anywaysomething dugup the tulip bulbs& gnawed themto bits so sorryabout that


sleep arriveson a metro busbelching passengerson to sidewalksfilled with streetvendors hawkingdiet advice & cheapseen-on-TV products& maybe that’s whyI woke up in thenight to pee onthe corner fern;forgive me, I wasdistracted by theshiny Rolexes