A mosaic of grime blurs the view through the only window left whole on this homestead, abandoned to vermin and weeds grown leggy through the...

I sit at the water's edge, draw circles in the sand. It was almost too civil. Last night we walked down the beach to the crab shack, ti...

Mother hangs her tea bags on the door, winds the strings around the knob. Drips, like paw prints, stain the old wood floor. I don’t know why...

They’ve put down the baskets woven to hold burdensome years and learned at last not to worry about gathering roots and acorns. No hunger or ...

The central Texas hills disappear under develop- ment to become nothing more than roof pitch and elevation Bob Carlton ( www.bobcarlton3.wee...

          —subject line of spam e-mail as body bends a next line forms tongued into existence one I must interpret landing songbirds on our ...

in the waiting room I don't ask my dad about his cancer and he doesn't ask me about the war.  Matthew Borczon just publishe...

On the plane into Afghanistan we all pretend we are only afraid of flying. Matthew Borczon just published his 9th book of poetry, This Ma...

During Mississippi summers, The state swelters in the haze of an eternal sun. No one sits out on the levee to moan; The residents wax nostal...

Plodding, low-slung clouds dull the pond’s reflection, onerous and dense, they lay their shadows over the canopy of the hills; nameless ch...

Pinpricks of easy rain like a negative of the stars, orbiting what fragments of ice remain, and on a naked branch nearby a crow rattles its ...

          for Jean Charity, March 2012 She’d just had the verdict: a huge shadow on both lungs. They’re not sure whether it’s the old one...

Cold sunlight blazes down onto snow. Already night approaches. The old sun is busy dying in the sky, leaning toward the west. Crows skim abo...

Pintos, cranberry, black bean pods hang straight & long— their sundried rattle startles me when I snip them off vines, three at a time, ...

          Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.           - Pablo Neruda Evening shadows pool beneath apple trees, se...

the raven-haired beauty caught me looking at her her uncomfortable smile gives me all i need to know J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enoug...

This is the delta. So much water oozes through and yet it seems to never move. That's an egret pecking in its shallows. And a couple of ...

Movies show resourceful characters thriving after fate strands them. Boat sinks, heroes work it out— a common TV Guide slug-line. By contras...

“I’ll be right there,” she said to the finches at the feeder. “I’ll be right back,” she told the cats, waiting for fresh food and water. So ...

She shuffles her late husband’s marked deck, lays out another game of solitaire on the kitchen table. She knows which face-down card is the ...