But Really, (really) Fake
What if you quit? I’ll wait for that answer till doomsday Churchill discussed this topic at length to the bullets and speakeasy-like culture of tyrants but eventually rode high What if you enlisted and...
Category: Poetry
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 6: July 30, 2014
She serves from half-court. I return forearm. She backhands it over the net. I race into position and pivot, delivering the best backhand of our volley. Did she return it? Did I? Getting water...
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 5: July 29, 2014
The Sterling Pond trail sharply ascends the forested slope of Sterling Mountain. The Smuggler’s caves, rest rooms and parking lot lie across Route 108, nestled beneath Mount Mansfield’s western ridge. Step-like stones lead to...
The Improbability of Life
Poem The roses of the sky shine on the grass while the troll contemplates the sight. His eyes are dark and blue filled with dots and running tears; he doesn’t know the purpose of...
Come, Let Us Love
Poem Come, let us fall in love with ourselves. Come, let us clean our embarrassing shelves of the guilty pleasure, of the bad debts. Come, let us accept our frivolous selves. Bask in...
From the Shelf
Poem From the shelf where she sat, she could gaze at the world, And weigh the good and the bad. From the shelf where she sat, through the glass, at a curve, It...
