Two poems from my manuscript Aktion T4, Erich and Willy, have appeared in issue nine of Mayday Magazine.
no moon and still its light waves in the puddles filling white graves
kitten on a red sock cloud before the moon their grays do not reach for black their moment will not rise or stalk the cockroach on the bricks
rain rushes leaves and four cats return to their purrs having looked up at the glass that breaks their line to cold that pours
I have two reviews in the late summer edition of Poets’ Quarterly, both of which combine poetry with other obsessions of mine. Marisa Frasca’s Via Incanto: Poems from the Darkroom, as the subtitle indicates, takes photography as one of its subjects. Carrie…
one cat stretches another grey curls no moon comes between frayed green curtains and their sleep