Thought Clouds

what can a poem do put sit twiddle its thumbs in the palpable dark / wonder at its strange composition of lines and symbols strewn here...

I. this truth is a tripwire I stumble over on my merry way to somewhere else and as I lift my face again in the directionless dark I...

We crouched in the long shadows of the monkey bars, and the little girl looked up at me, her eyes veiled in warm light, "I'll be the...

I’ve mounted Mutianyu and scaled the Great Wall I’ve skipped rocks on the breakers of the Bohai Sea I’ve stood under the gables of old...

I. II. our ghosts were in this week to watch the house while we ...

I have five brothers but only two who ever made it out of the womb womb or tomb you can see what a difference a "t" can make in...

thread me through the needle’s eye O God that I may see Here are two facts: the Latin word for self is se and when Moses met God at the...

wear this day each time I see you and I will remember how you said “let’s keep going” when the air grew hot with closeness on the trail...

in the night / now we're being metaphorical here but let's say they have a brief chat in the seconds before the night flings them leagues...

he pointed a lazy finger up at the bluffs overlooking the old St. Croix and told her “I could build us a house up there” and in the...