Myth, Mist, and Magic

I hate that Harry Potter had to say goodbye in weather like this Squeaky ¬†footsteps raise my heart rate at midnight on a Saturday Her sneakers screamed against the cold wet ground Tonight the lamp-posts give shape to the mist Grass: a mass graveyard for fallen maples Today I learned that Dr. Seuss drew political… Read More

Sidewalk Serenades

– Oh sixlet Ritz Bit, how did you land here, alone and abandoned? – Limping with a bow and arrow leg – Bananas have colors, too – Communication boards: the central place to staple posters and your leftover pizza – The Minnesota weather radar calls for sundresses and winter coats and sandals and rain boots… Read More