Steep-walled and stark stands the cold canyon: absence of Nels and Yuka.
The planet spun…but barely. Where’s the presence of Nels and Yuka? […]

Sitting at my desk, with a thick wad of recycled
paper clamped to a clipboard in front of her, my […]

To marry,
to marry this man, […]

There was only one of him.
There was only one. […]

Sometimes a head hole
ain’t so bad: air, light—vamoose […]

Across the steel-corseted George Washington,
muddy Mississippi, heron-flecked Platte, bitter […]

Beep beep beeping backing-up garbage
slash recycling truck spoiling the morning’s […]

Airplanes skid off runways in Toronto it’s true but
not every darn one, so welcome aboard. The loonie […]

My father’s head
had a certain smell […]