I am grateful for seamless socks for mildew’s many shades adorning my windowframe w/ no work from me—salvation by a watery god—until someone gets the bleach I am grateful for hands with just enough meat to slice off and eat instead of...

Thanksgiving 1989 seven hours on linoleum cracking & mildewed at the edge while children wave to Santa at the end of a parade televised from somewhere they've never been in their black cardboard pilgrim hats and the girl...

I’ve spent a lot of time in my life looking at trees and have followed, with my eyes, how the branches split into twigs and taper into leaves from quite a young age. This sort of close observation should be a prerequisite for drawing something whether...

Praise Song for a Marine Climate praise the poor puddles that pucker the land pressing the pebbles & sand into bowls that keep their praise of all that's gray damp long past blue pushing all that doubt away wind does it all but the...

Having returned to Belfast from the English side of the water, I could write today about the recent right-wing ranting in the US about Obama having the nerve to attempt to be culturally sensitive on meeting the Emperor of Japan (he didn’t quite get the...