Writer’s Island

Your God will know you by the slant of your one white spot and the way you don't cry out when lifted from your cardboard cage by the gia...

The shoe went missing again last night. This time there was a clue, perhaps: a hellacious, snarling fight outside my bedroom window around m...

I stayed kissed. I said god , god of the glacier letting go, god that made the mouths of Connecticut Valley men strong after all that rough ...

I have a mystery. Twice now, some animal has dragged one of my gardening shoes off into the yard at night, swiping it from its usual spot on...

Fortune: You will receive a compliment  from a stranger on Friday Stranger, was that you ordering tacos to go at the long glass counter stea...

The moon climbed into this poem. I tried to ignore it but it looked in through the window one night and woke me up. It was throwing all this...