Category Archives: Poetry

In the Shower

And so what about this lump? Funny little kids’ word, lump. Jump Clump Not so funny to find one in the shower. Hour Cower What to do first? Breathe. Breathe first – don’t panic – don’t think of a hospital … Continue reading

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Appalachian Recovery

The morning news pushes into my head like an unwanted dream, slips into my bloodstream with my coffee: Late last night, seven bodies were recovered from a fallen mine. Grim-faced workers bear them past the TV cameras, the darkness of … Continue reading

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Visiting the Poet

— for Chris Msosa I can see you, running, like a young Bateleur, dust plumed behind your pounding feet before settling back into the ground as if you had never passed by. Your eyes are copper pennies, your breath bursting … Continue reading

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