The Weekly Commuter

A very short new poem (”Soft-Shelled”) is up on Slice along with a soothing, beachy picture. Click over to read it there, or take a look here (below). That’s all for now!

Soft-Shelled

We feel the waves
before they arrive.

Though our thinner shells
make us more alive
to pain—we can’t help
but let the world in.

As promised, a new poem is up on the Slice magazine site. My totally unbiased coworker Rob loves it, so you know it must be good. Have a look there or read it here:

Not a Lizard, Not a Mouse

You may need
some small life
carried loosely
in the mouth
to warble the sounds
trapped in the floorboards
of your house—the hard part
will be hunting one down.

“Earth Eaters” is getting its time in the sun; it’s up on the Slice magazine blog now with a cool picture! I should have a new poem up next week.

A new sunset-y poem up on the Slice blog today. Click the link to check it out or read it below!

Suggesting a Cloud

Soak the day
until its soft colors
drain and only
an outline
of all we did
remains—a memory
new enough
we still see it
the same—a vague shape
against the sun
that evening
carries away.

Issue 9 of the literary journal Monday Night is available now…and I’m in it! Check out the link to view my two poems live online or, if you’re in the mood for the real deal, purchase a copy of the magazine for $3 from the site (what a lovely, lively squid on the cover!).

Hi everybody. Guess what? I’m now a poet-in-residence for the literary blog, Slice. Yeah! It’s all thanks to Alex, who invited me to submit. Thank you Alex! A new poem of mine will be featured on the blog every couple of weeks, starting with “Heart Swell” this week. I’m so excited!! I think I can simultaneously post here and there, but I’ll let you know if that changes. And now, more poems for the people (I have a demanding public now, right?).

I haven’t posted a poem in such a long time (why? I don’t know)…but here (below) is a poem written for and read at David and Emily’s wedding last Saturday. I was trying to make sure this LOVE poem wouldn’t be too out there, since a crowd of David and Emily’s family and friends would be listening and interpreting. I think it worked! Now I must get back to real work.

We saw the way
you let love in,
the little door
you opened
when the light
began to change—
and night pressed
cool against your face.

When your heart
began to swell
the way the moon will
just before rain
we saw the wide world
in your eyes again,
that wild joy
love sometimes brings.

In our other lives
we live
where daylight
tangles in the trees
and the sea breathes inland
and we fall
heartfirst
into green dreams.

When the last light
of sunset
outlines our trees,
I’ll knot the violet
of evening
in your eyes.

We’ll crush
stars on the walk
to your car,
night ripe,
blue-black
as tires.