Category Archives: The Wilderness/ The City

Such uneven walls, long abided though aged. Just look at the old place— a snug place, a small place, offering solace, a tepid bath, a quiet meal and granting the view out back to familiar

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A poem about a man trampled by starlight, his ropes creaking. The man as a red berry crushed between god-teeth, a blood-fat flea, his bones carved into dice, man-guts fluttering like flowery ribbons, the Black

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Come with me and tour the urban prairie—Detroit apocalyptic—no garbage pickup, street lights out, houses windowless, like refugees sagging shoulder   to shoulder behind wire. You can buy one if you wish, if you have

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At night I watch her dance, the sweet village girl, how she smiles and I would give my soul to have her smile at me, but she comes here for peace and quiet from her

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I feel the concrete crack and break, a building bleeds on lotion and cappuccino handshakes. Soul-on-stilts   civilization lives over drained egret land, flowing dryly away to the sea on a bed of dead woodpeckers.

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An oyster from Chesapeake Bay was captured and carted away A kitchenhand shucked him then somebody sucked him In all, quite a horrible day   Phil Huffy is a repurposed lawyer from Rochester, New York.

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When spring arrives in Florida, no one safely traverses our back patio. Our camphor tree,  cinnamomum camphora, which provides plenteous shade from Florida’s searing summer wrath, nevertheless, turns on us. This tree is considered a

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I slept with my guitar last night. It was the closest thing to you. Closed a cafe down In a sleepy town   I may be poor but I’m making tips and a half Leave

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I crept south on Brush Mountain, sneaking over and under the encroaching laurel hoping to hit a clearing where I could sit and wait on a buck. After several hundred yards, I approached the edge

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On the streetcar heading downtown, a woman around my age is doting over a little boy who’s sitting in a stroller in front of her. “We’ll first go to ‘such and such’ a store and

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