Poetry

Axiom — The Chair that wasn’t here

The truth came by this morning.It sat down, politely, on a chairof it's own design. We asked if it was correct.It said, “Not especially.”Then it lit a cigarette made of questionsand exhaled a diagram. Someone applauded.Someone else took notes By noon, the chair had folded into a paper birdand flown into a bookshelf.The truth? Still… Continue reading Axiom — The Chair that wasn’t here

Poetry

I Cannot Stop

(the universe, offhand) I cannot stopjust because you take five. It is not in the information.Round peg,squared. I’m not offendedthat you leave.Your dreams are small rehearsals. When you wake,I’m where you left me —excepteverything has changed. Just a little.