Poetry

Epileptic

Within the body—
a ghost

Ash

The river has its own concerns. It loves / the human form the way fury / loves a stone.

Where Do Genetic Mutations Come From?

after the pink peonies die, their heads droop,/ petals begin their falling,

Temporary Separation

I’m inside this body that doesn’t work / the way it did before, as if all my angles / were filed down.

Ode to Impotence

Thank goodness every so often
a monument closes down
for renovation…

REASONS FOR ADMISSION (NOT INDEXED IN ICD-10)

The need to catch up on sleep. An ache to sleep on clean sheets. The prospect of waking up dry.

Off The Page: Never the Less

Saleem Hue Penny reads his prize-wining poem, “Never the Less” from BLR Issue 40.

To See How the Snow Blanketed the Trees

To see how the snow blanketed the trees / along Taughannock Creek Road, I turned off / Route 96 this morning.

Eye Examined

In the darkened room, vision dims. /
The doctor leans close, looks eye to eye; / his light invades my pupil’s rim.