Poetry

Flatwood

We walked along the edges of the pickup bed to avoid the alligators in the center, we were tipping and taunting and finally falling into the bed and scrambling, forgetting there were alligators when we found the sun-rotted tarps . . .

Ghost Light

A hawk’s waited for her cue, and now she launches from the oak tree’s limb, plummets to the pool deck.

Fall

A new poem dedicated to the city of Orlando, by Orlando's inaugural Poet Laureate, Susan Lilley.

2 Poems

When Columbia broke into a burning rain over Louisiana, fell in pieces into a thousand pastures and backyards, my uncle joined the search party. It was not a rescue mission. It couldn’t be.

2 Poems

We know your floors, solid but bowing like centennial splinters, and your resonant moans from the weight of lovers, like caked twigs