Poetry

Elision

Now the nascent air of January makes me ache. With it comes your   voice, warm as brass inside a body slurred with ice.   When sorrow made clear as air the snow that wind would have to lug, I was sure   I’d hear it all the time: a…

Sussex County

Not knowing if we should speak, we reached the end of the trail and stood sheepish as denuded pines before an endless dark. Low and sinking still, the sun gleaned grey beyond ragged dogwood drapes. Only then, when wind ran through us like a cold hand, did I realize how…

Weeding

You can always find them in the garden, lurking there in the cooler shadows, setting up shop and putting down roots— soil-squatters, mulch-poachers, the illegitimate green. I squat down in professional stance for a close inspection and calm reach, an executioner crouched and gloved, my leathered fingers itching for the…

Funeral March

Lois At the exact moment Nan Paul died in her hospital bed, her thirty-five-year-old daughter Lois stood in the concessions room at St.Mary’s Health buying a Diet Coke. She had been hit with the déjà vu of being in this concessions room numerous times— with her Grandpa Hughes and her great-aunt— never with Nan. The walls, covered in seafoam green textured…

For Those of Us Who Are Easily Lost

Give us a phone number, something we can fold and pocket and take along. We’re like laboratory mice who have been whirled in a windsock in some equilibrium experiment. Back out on the floor their compasses are drunk, they stagger right, left, then fall into a heap of themselves. Locals…

A Study of the Infinite

Today you do not feel thirty but barely twenty parked along the Blue Ridges, when you wore the night around your hips, your mouth a passage he rewrote over and over. All that mattered was the restless tangle, the threat of blue lights, sirens you watched for over his shoulder.…