Letter to Youngstown
30 March 2009
Vol. 9, No. 1
poetry
In between murders,
the night sighs with rain. I keep thinking,
when I should be weeping. A plastic bag tangled
in the low shrubs. A grocery cart alone
in the parking lot. Close and closer—
Love Letter with Tsunami Diorama
27 March 2009
Vol. 9, No. 1
poetry, prose poem
After she left, I found the Collins glass of table wine on the windowsill. It counterweighed the nightbird's absence. After she left the second time, I lit a candle in our churchyard…