A Found Poem I cannot recall when I entered a state of perpetual mourning. I grieve for the country I left with no certain prospect of return, the direction it’s […]

Poem for Wednesday Oh, humpback of the week, yardstick of productivity, all to play for, seesaw pivot of possibility. Is your gaze holding mine for fractionally longer than necessary a […]

The Cat Comes to Me —after Heather McHugh The future looks like death to me from here standing behind you, in the musty basement where the cat is cornered. You […]

( EDITOR’S NOTE: Please excuse the distortions in some of the photographed images of Chantal’s poems in this blog post.) Chantal Gibson from with/holding, Caitlin Press, 2021 Although we have […]

“Please allow me to introduce myself” sang the Rolling Stones a long time ago. And so here is some background on me: Daniel Scott. I am husband ( married to […]

                The Alphabet of Tarot (from the Diary of Niki de Saint Phalle) All day I have been in my body. At night […]

Physician You sit at the head of the table. You say you have wanted to write about— not depression, it is worse than that, it is rock bottom: the frightfulness. […]

                                          A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way […]

What something in me listens —after Ilya Kaminsky I try to hear the people breathing in parkades and the sound of talking over Molotov cocktails over making them and later […]

REMAIN SILENT (With thanks to Ilya Kaminsky’s Deaf Republic) Deafness passes through us like a police whistle Dogs understand everything and bark and bark Ilya Kaminsky from the poem Alfonso […]