Monthly Archive: September 2016

Scrawled on the bathroom wall down at Pandora’s Tavern: Nature Poem Rooms full of poets all giving themselves permission to colonize blankness of paper reclaimed— whole forests saved!—and none without a prize they all...

Stopped by Pandora’s Tavern on the way home from the dump this afternoon. New sign over the bar reads: “It’s Always Mourning Somewhere!” Ordered a cup of instant Maxwell House from the bartender. “Sweetened...

A friend composed a “snapshot inventory” of his dining room table. He enumerated the various items—a veritable catalog of wonders it was—then challenged his friends to have a look at their own dining room...

Here, along the fringe of living memory, hints and suggestions are all that remain: a rusty blue wheelbarrow, an open grave, a smoking mountain of garbage, the riding school at the edge of the...

One time David Rothenberg and I went to the end of Broadway. It’s in a place now called Sleepy Hollow. There we found the conclusion of automobile manufacturing in America. Nobody was around to...