Sonnet for a Dream called Lethe
Some bridges, like cats, arch up from a long wary sleep and plant their paws shore to shore…
Category: Poetry
Ever Since the Invention of Light
Down every avenue, hunched
in a doorway is the shadow of fear.
Call it. It will come like a cat…
Outside Stateville Correctional Center
They watch us, the convicts drooped on the fences…
[what angel will lift a man who died beneath the overpass]
it is up to the swallows…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 