Death of James Dean

The one who is rarely, if ever, discussed is Donald Gene Turnupseed, the driver who collided with James Dean on the 13th...

Means of Transport

It’s assumed that when we die we fly or float away. I’ve never heard it said that the soul walks out...

Rockport, Massachusetts, July 1999

I step inside a late 1990s photograph—no, not a Polaroid     with its hallucinated wash of color— Making my grand entrance in the diaphanous light     navy horizons darker than any of my native...

Train Overflowing

One man dug into the last seat as though to disappear & I didn’t know my husband was dying Lovers returned to conversation left mid-sentence and who was real or imagined Just say goodbye— & I...

Two Poems

A Stranger Her dark hair slouched onto her shoulders,not styled, but drapedlike a towel over a birdcagethat stopped singing months ago. I stared at her like a kid seeing a giraffe...

Two Poems

The Human Eye Can Register More Versions of Green Than Any Other Color The children used their best cursive to graffiti viridian,mantis, and laurel across the porta-potty. On the fire road,...

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