I should have left the sesame seed I dropped on the floor. Let birds fly in through the hole in my roof to get it. The hole I love to watch the rain rain through. A blackbird visited this morning, wanting scones and oolong tea. Stinking the sick breath of …
Some people laughed at the gap in her teeth, but the sound she made saying ordinary things was like a sweet penny whistle on May Day when, of all the boys, she picked me for a kiss. Her daddy made moonshine among the birches, moving it by night on …
Brick Street Poetry Inc. will once again host poetry readings in the Indianapolis Artsgarden in celebration of National Poetry Month. Every Monday during the month of April, two Indiana poets will read their work during the noon to 1 p.m. lunch hour. Bring along your lunch and sit at one …
To escape a love that didn’t last, you drive toward another one that won’t last either. The trip from Fort Wayne to Bedford takes four years, six months, and ten days. To fight despair, you count other jackknife travelers on the road. One man holds a torch …
to Geralynn and Ann One Elementary My childhood toys were words. In awe of snow, I loved …
Seventeen Syllables He was a jewel of selflessness before there was a moon. That’s how I thought of him when I saw his moves. Such coolness, too, in his movie-speak when he jostles with the clerks at Blockbuster! My friends congratulate me for finding such a catch. “Oh, he’s a …
White Jeep parting people in Port-au-Prince streets like the Red Sea as we drive toward the mountain, toward air devoid of exhaust fume velvet curtains. At a stop sign I see her, a plastic bag seemingly filled with plastic bags perched upon her bandana crown hand atop clamped down. …
On April 24 at 7 p.m., as part of National Poetry and Prevent Child Abuse Month, former Indiana Poet Laureate Norbert Krapf will give a reading and signing at the Indiana Interchurch Center. The new Catholic Boy Blues: A Poet’s Journal of Healing (Greystone Publishing) is his eleventh full-length poetry …
