Weekly Poem: Letters From The Dark
One friend writes from prison,
as helpless as I am
to help him.
Another friend, dead, reveals
himself through words left behind, signs
of him I never noticed
when I thought I knew him…
Weekly Poem: Wash
Sometimes—like right now—when you
need to see yourself from
outside, so you can say, objectively, how it
really feels in there,
your mind is a translucent sheet of plastic
taped on to the hotel room window in a
ragged part of town
that looks over a parking lot, a late night