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Syzygies There was a full moonthe night you died.You would have wanted that. When we were 8and 10, we snuckdown the fire escape one night to walkthe length of Church Avenue.From the first rise we looked outon the nearperfect alignment … Continue reading →

My poem, After Covid, is in the current issue of the Phoenix (Pfeiffer University). Here is the poem: After Covid I bought my mother a clockwith two fixed handsand a face that said“whatever.” And “whatever”became a catchphrase we usedwhenever. A … Continue reading →

My poem, Deadline, has just been published by Backchannels. Here is the poem: Early sun surprises.Eyes like ground glassand my handasleep on the keyboard. Remember the summerbefore working papersat your uncle’sbungalow colony. The murky lakeand an old woven basketfor a … Continue reading →

I’m very pleased to have my poem, Looking for America,” in the 2023 print issue of the Clackamas Literary Review. Here is the poem: Looking for America Let us bebest friendsone last time— roll out the oldFordand take that tripwe … Continue reading →

I have three poems on Literary Yard today.Here are the poems: K We knew back thenyou would nevergrow old.Did you? Today nature threwa January thawas if in rehearsal for spring.It is a time to take stock—kick off your shoesput up … Continue reading →

My poem, Doo-wop, is in the Winter 2023 issue of the Remington Review. Here is the poem: Doo-Wop The temperature droppedtwenty degrees last night. Trees stood full green—stunned past blushing, and on the college lawnhoarfrost replaced the sunbatherswho walked the … Continue reading →

it’s been a good morning. Congratulations. We have chosen your manuscript, BROOKLYN, as the winner of the 2022 Sinclair Poetry Prize. Barbara Bergmann, Editor (she/her) Evening Street Press & Review2881 Wright StSacramento, CA 95821http://www.eveningstreetpress.com

I’ve fallen way behind. This was published in The Evening Street Review a month or so ago. Strondes When we were eight Eddie and I would ride our bikes to Canarsie Pier. It was before the landfill in Jamaica Bay … Continue reading →