The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

Philosophical Flowers   The streets are named for German poets in my huge provincial Midwestern city. Dust whirls up from the tires of passi...

Sermons of Mud   They shovelled the long trenches day and night.   Frostbitten mud. Shellshock mud. Dungheap mud. Imperial mud. Venereal mud...

R.I.P, My Love   Let us be apart then like the panoptical chambers in IC patient X and patient Y, our names magic markered hurriedly on card...

When My Brother Fell   When my brother fell I picked up his weapons and never once questioned whether I could carry the weight and grief, th...

Leviathan   My citizenship is most acutely felt at night when I entrust myself   into the dark and sulfury confusion of the belly of it, hav...

Perfect   So that I cannot forget you even as I'm sleeping, I have devised     a system which establishes in me the object permanence yo...

G-9   I'm at a double wake in Springfield, for a childhood friend and his father who died years ago. I join my aunt in the queue of mour...