The clouds only seem to rest on the windowsill, to visit this room open to the idea of sky. A small child might wave hello at the strange cloud that looks like a giraffe. A friendship has begun and it will exactly match the attention span of two entities. It could be forty years or, as here, forty seconds. The giraffe never dissolves in the child’s mind. That happens out of sight. The child will grow up

“Free Lunch” Digital mixed media collage. A little asemic.

Your innocent violence goes through me like water. I watch you in the tidal pools of sun; it lets me see the boil of photons in the simple orange patch, because your curt eyes do. You show such patience with me. I’m stupid to my own violence, everywhere, which you see, nakedly. My violent innocence opening the can like a funny Eucharist while you wait before your shadow.

I have a fondness for shorter poems and “the skinny poem.” I own a number of anthologies edited along these lines and enjoy much of their content. Sometimes one goes outside one’s own language looking for more. That curiosity drew me to read the work of French novelist/poet Thomas Vinau…

“Help, somebody for the love of God, help me! Help us! Help me and my babies!” It was a familiar scream from the backyard of my next door neighbor. A few of her children were just running around in that backyard playing tag, obliviously having fun. But certain of their…

The fingernails on a stone windowsill, the things we say to each other in dreams. Not you, not me. The stone sill is slate-still, facing the city not a city now. Slate dreams in a one room schoolhouse where no one will return but moonlight and the things moonlight says in its voice of buried chalk.

This is just a short post to encourage people to look more closely into the business dealings of presidential candidate Ramaswamy’s company Roivant and how he misled investors and the public about the “promise” of an Alzheimer’s drug known as intepirdine. Ramaswamy was then C.E.O. of Roivant but he stepped…

Yellow Corporation filed for bankruptcy at the end of July. Thirty thousand people are now unemployed at the various subsidiaries. I worked for two of those subsidiaries in the relatively distant past. I always respected the hard work and sweat of those around me, especially those working the more physically…

Ginny was so excited to be visiting her country cousins that summer. Even better, she would be doing it unsupervised for the first time. …