With such straight lines Such white white dresses and deep violas ( Read more... )

How are the lights between your house
and the fourth of July?
Are we shadows between them?
In September, my brother's birthday
golfing at arm's length in Virginia,
like the coffee cups at Starbucks,
somewhere between paper and styrofoam.
It seem s the older we get,
the easier it is to believe in smallness.
The earth is small,
and we aren't big enough
to see ( Read more... )

Trick or treat ( Read more... )