Words
Orpheus Bluejay
My shadow has no calories,
so I peel it off the front porch
and pour it in my coffee cup.
You say it can’t be...
in the places between (unsettled correspondences of a relentless personal nature)
and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor
filled with the sounds
and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes
on a long train ride
going...
If I could fight
Dear diary,
I felt a new emotion
after weeks on end
of nothing but fatigue;
it was hatred
for the human race
It's been getting worse
after coming so...
All Forms Will Have an End
991 homes were burned into oblivion
On Thursday, December 30th, 2021.
The fire did not discriminate.
If the houses were beautifully kept
Or cluttered and in...
The Gift Inside
Surprisingly dominant
the hard world —
flags and batons,
limos and air-conditioners,
mounted mooseheads,
bullets.
Our soft bodyshells
must conform or be shed.
Yet the totems
within our heads
are not lampposts
without lamps.
Nothing the...
Navajo Peak (a poem in two voices)
In the winter of 1948 a plane crashed in the Indian Peaks west of Boulder, Colorado. It took three days to recover the three...
My life as a ditch
I am a ditch. I live in the ground. When the water flows
through me it washes along my sides with a familiar
tingling that I...
Les Très Riches Heures de Susan Nevelow Mart
Susan Nevelow Mart, beloved director of the Wise Law Library at CU, is retiring. She will be missed.
The sun was bright upon us once.
We...