DiaBLOGue

Commentary

Wedged into the same chair, 
my husband and son station 
themselves, duplicates 
of each other. 
Too tired to talk, 
my son listens. 

Ireland

When did I find the music 
of another open-window autumn? 
I’ve left more vodka empties near 
the wardhouse dumpster. 

Strong Like Water

The same week Karmine discovers her husband is having an affair with a man, she takes her mother to a doctor who finds a tiny patch of cancer on the tip of the old woman’s…

Hobby Horses

What holds us together is our discourse— 
hints and asides, a whisper in the cloakroom, 
School of the Prophets held across the backyard hedge.
Stealth gives Adam-God a reviving breath, 
let Gog and Magog flex their muscle in the U.N.