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Love Poem
Brooklyn April 2020 | even now the old men sit / at their corner on the stoop / the three of them on the stairs / one on top of the other / recycled masks hanging / from their faces to appease / whoever loved them / and begged them not to go out / into the street
October 2020The Dog-Eared Page
The Race
I used my legs and heart as if I would
gladly use them up for this,
to touch him again in this life
Poetry
Musings
A stink bug perches on the bristles of my toothbrush. I know more about ventilators than I should. This morning’s coffee tastes luxuriously of earth. As I run through the forest, pileated woodpeckers hammer and cackle from above. I’ve got an ache in the ball of my foot. Some things never give up.
September 2020Poetry
Mothers Of All Pandemics
we call our moms they’re in their / nineties now some don’t remember / many do we are worried sons of mothers / mugged by some motherfucker of a germ / going back to the days when our mothers’ mothers / were alive during the pandemic of 1918
August 2020Tribute
The Other Side Of The Moon
A Tribute To Lyn Lifshin
A submission from Lifshin would often include dozens of poems about a single subject: a relationship, a memory, dancing the tango. (Dance — including ballet and ballroom — was her second great love, after writing.)
August 2020
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
Night Cows
The cows showed up just as the world began to end. They were there when I returned to Minnesota from Manhattan, where I’d gone to pick up my older son after his spring 2020 college semester had been canceled.
August 2020
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
For A Future You
I drop by on a Saturday. Your mom lets you answer my knock on the apartment door. The cap of your gastrostomy tube is outlined against your unicorn T-shirt.
August 2020
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
Out Of The Ordinary
I hand my wife the bag, and she finds the two packs of wet wipes. It is the happiest I’ve made her in weeks.
July 2020
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