from “Celebration” “Brilliant, this day–a young virtuoso of a day.Morning shadows cut by sharpest scissors,deft hands. And every prodigy of green–whether it’s ferns or lichens or needlesor impatient points of bud on spindly bushes–greener than ever before.” from This Great Unknowing, LAST POEMSDenise LEVERTOV Sue Ann […]

Enfolded by pure darknessa train slips through the hills,past the occasional litter of homesleaking yellow light. In a kitchen windowthe silhouette of an enormous man who thinks,gazing at the train,he could love anyone on board. Mark JACKLEYCollected in THERE WILL BE SILENCE WHILE YOU WAITPlain […]

Returning in darknessto her mother’s, my two-year-old glancedat our neighborhood woodsand whispered, Listen, monsters. Before I could reason with hershe climbed into my arms,placed a tiny hand on my mouthand commanded, Shhh. Mark JACKLEYCollected in THERE WILL BE SILENCE WHILE YOU WAIT, Plain View Press Sue Ann […]