The Week in Renovation: Sunday
30 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry
At The Future
Home of the New
Church…
The Week in Renovation: Friday
28 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry
They tell you
that when you think
you can breathe,
you'll bury
what you draw.
The Week in Renovation: Wednesday
26 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry
Can you make me
a chair that looks
like this chair?
The Week in Renovation: Monday
24 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry
I needed to see you,
but you weren't here.
There was no sign.
The gate was bolted.
The Week in Renovation: Saturday
22 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry
If I could
be a character with a mind
to find inside my own head
the path from A to B…
The Week in Renovation: Thursday
20 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry
You have to wonder
who would leave
a ladder open
in an empty lot.
The Week in Renovation: Tuesday
18 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry
First, say:
Today will not end
as if it never began.
Thunderheads are not
gathering.
from West Pullman
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
poetry
Father Latta held a quarter
in one of his two closed hands.
Which hand? He was quietly telling
jokes to pictures of dead pastors…
