Monthly Archives: September 2014

Does your job stink (at least part of the time)? This poem’s for you. Comments Off on Does your job stink (at least part of the time)? This poem’s for you.

Chasing the Butterfly One evening after five o’ clock—or six— I will step out into the parking lot Per usual, but this time a butterfly Will hover near me and I will chase it, Letting my burdens cascade to the ground. The lot is big, but I am determined: I’ve sensed the world is beautiful […]

Farewell, Houses at Chatou! Comments Off on Farewell, Houses at Chatou!

Farewell, Houses at Chatou! Back to Chicago you must go. This will be my final study Of how chaos so vivid Gets twisted into houses, trees, A lone passerby—he moves Hunched through the ground cover That flames orange and gold, upending How we look at trees’ shadows. I see myself sprint through the scene On […]