Category Archives: Poetry

I used to get off the bus a stop early and walk across the Washington Avenue bridge over the Mississippi river every day when I was at the University of Minnesota. There’s a nice pedestrian level on top of the … Continue reading →

I love both Nerval and Rimbaud, but they’re hard to translate simply because they’re so hard to UNDERSTAND. There’s a lot of deeply personal symbolism going on and, especially with Nerval, a lot of esoteric references too. But I believe … Continue reading →

Heather (In the Grass) A horizontal promise with the grass Hard to keep at the moment But inescapable in the long run Heather knowing Still slides up the fencepost Leaving empty loafers behind She brushes past, already distant Wandering the … Continue reading →