Simon Peter Eggertsen

Night Prayer at Binh Doung +

Confirmed in the slim night shadows,
a four-toed blue and gold dragon ridges

the tiles of the moss-glazed roof, ascends
to the slivering waxed Têt moon, an off-center

A Reminder of the Diverse Particles that Form Your Identities—Ancestry in the Languageof Geography and Theoretical Physics

For my younger children So you will know, here is a recounting of the quantuminfluences, the little arcs of familiar experience thataccelerate within your own beings, tickling the protonsof personality, exciting your identities into existence,top…

LePetit Richards and the Big Dipper Carpet—An Amusement Based on a Reworking of Whittle’s Research Notes

Podcast version of this fiction piece. This was not the only time that Richards, originally born Neville Colyer, the son of a millwright in Oxfordshire, had worked through the imagery of the stars. He had…

The Moldau in a Utah Living Room

Trevor at the Fountain

poetry on the ‘fridge door

my mother is madly licking 
at the languid red peach, 
screaming at life and 
the rust crush of death. 

Three-Legged Dog

An old three-legged dog, 
whiskers whitening, coat black 
as the carbon of a starless winter night, 
slowly hobbyhorses along 
the cobblestone street near the 
park green and water blue of 
Gradina Cismgiu in graying Bucharest. 

Things Missed

Every now and then I make it a point to go 
without knowing to these places, try to discover 
a view of my own, be surprised, have 
an experience uncluttered by history or the facts.
I try to imagine my way to a bit of truth or the 
answer to some awkward childhood riddle. 

Trying to Keep Quiet: A Poem Constructed Around Fragments of Leslie Norris’s “Borders”

Putting Up the Blue Light