, June 18, 2026
“In vino, veritas.”
, June 18, 2026
“In vino, veritas.”
June 11, 2026
I dog-ear anything and time itself. Reckless, I pause the ruckus of the world....
May 25, 2026
When the handsomely-labelled tumble into plastic bags, do they do so in slow motion, silently, preening as if for the camera?...
February 24, 2026
"Some of you may think that I publish too many poems about the deaths of loved ones, but poetry is a means of establishing order and form when times feel disordered and formless." - Poet Laureate and Pulitzer Prize winner Ted Kooser...
February 20, 2026
You listen for cans kicked in the dark. You lock the house before you pour the vodka....