to my mother Elizabeth M. Hooker and in memory of J. Michael Soares Perhaps you were right, not suffering such a loss would make the day ...

During an April afternoon that never happened, we sit around the flimsy foldout table as the hospital room fills with the aroma of Earl G...

there is bark in this skin sap in this blood these wood bones lift like branches reaching for something beyond the earth I was rooted in wis...

As we watched the sheriff win a gunfight with a man whose life probably didn’t pan out the way he had hoped—collapsing, face down, under t...

for SCUL Traversing the dark, shouting "Bust a Funk" as we pedal personaes, Echoing each their own safe return—not to home ...

for Desiree Bucko We spent the nights of that summer stargazing on rooftops, watching as though our memories were on display —pointing t...

I loved you from afar on this island I call “myself,” watching you travel across a dark sky to light the night. When you were here the...

for my grandmother, Helen E. Levreault I. The boy sees her lay on the bed, tubes protruding out from her mouth; no breath can be called...

Let us go into exile, tame the ghosts who hold our feet for where we stand we cannot see past the mountain ridge. Let us make our lives ...

I. Somewhere within the screaming and shouting he was taught a unique way to say, “I love you.” Returning each school night he saw prid...

While it is true that these beings may have witnessed their own image on the slick, starlit surfaces which cover the lands of their home, no...

For her Before saying that one thing you always wanted to say to someone else but hardly say to yourself, breathe— know there is some...