Homeless in August

Homeless in August

The new bed rests where the oldone was, but he will notset paw on its new-smellingsoftness; instead, sticks his nose underthe old rug wadded for trash, sighsfor what still smells like home. Moved to the bleached Alzheimer’s unit, your mother,bereft of smell and...
Neighbors

Neighbors

     I felt as if I knew him. I felt as if he knew me.     —Young soldier, upon hearing about FDR’s death We all listen to Franklin’s fireside chats,straight from the White House to Our House,though we have no fireplace to sit beside.My mother, wrapped in a chenille...
Tracks on Damp Sand, by Franco Pagnucci

Tracks on Damp Sand, by Franco Pagnucci

As someone who appreciates the writings of Henry David Thoreau, I have tried to imagine what it would be like to experience nature as he did in 19th century America, to have even a modestly similar experience as this: “I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for...
A True Voice Silenced

A True Voice Silenced

The final verse to the living poem we all knew as Ellen Kort was completed when she passed this April at the age of 79. Appointed by Governor Tommy Thompson as Wisconsin’s first Poet Laureate from 2000–2004, Kort was also the author of numerous books about her local...
In My Dreams

In My Dreams

I can have anything& everything I ever wanted.—Kid Cudi I wanna be like the Silver Surfer,coasting on white-hot solar winds at the expanding universe’s edge.In my dreams I take that form:I project past planets our Sunhas claimed, where starsblossom & fadelike...