Days What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but […]

Anemoia Not yet old enough to read, and already my daughter’s learned nostalgia by example, what to feel at a loon’s call or when passing a blue door, how the […]

And the Light Already Turning I worry about Father. Do not know which way his body faces in the grave. Does he look out to the Ryan or south to […]

Untitled Something dark and growling lives inside you. You started growing it before you were old enough to know what you were doing. So it gripped down and claimed space […]

Love The middle-aged man who cannot make love to his wife with the erectile authority of yesteryear must lower his head and suck her breasts with the tenderness and acumen […]

We Lived Happily during the War And when they bombed other people’s houses, we protested but not enough, we opposed them but not enough. I was in my bed, around […]

This Morning, a Yellow Wheelbarrow I hear the chords, the deep thrum, from a yellow wheelbarrow on its side after snow in a morning garden. The light singing there, yellow […]

American poet Dion O’Reilly EVERYTHING THAT’S OLD Jets are the new motor homes chemtrails are the new clouds the unknown dead on an island are the calm before a storm […]