Poetry Journal

Three Sisters

Three Sisters They talk and theytwist memories outfrom the aether, spin-ning them over andagain into new dramas —three-headed destinyeach one shedslight; a spotlightof information. Theyare like one mindthinking over the pastforming opinions,laughing at long-forgotten disagreementsfinding new groundto stand on


It’s lunchtime and here I am sitting in my van parked in a grocery store parking lot, blowing my nose in a used napkin. A napkin previously used to blow my nose. Homemade vinaigrette sits on the dash in hopes that the December sun is heavy enough to break through the overcast and liquefy the […]


I’m just throwing incendiaries into the dark, to light this place up, hoping to catch a picture of what’s really going on.