Three Copper Men Lowell was a howl when we played the old dive with its cheap shot tequilas and its strip-joint jive.
When I’m dead I won’t regret it, they say at Sunday School but I say we’ll see though not to my teacher there, I keep it
Spring is First All Green Spring is first all green; can’t think of flowering without first being simply – simple – green. Summer
ADOPTION Without choice, I, evicted from the womb Not cast aside, despite what I would see, Too soon carried into an unknown room
Cicadas I treasure what they have left behind, These bards who leave past bodies dirt-covered, Clinging, emptied, music-less, enshrined On a string as I
Ars Poetica Remove every word That may be inferred. Kurt Luchs (kurtluchs.com) has poems published or forthcoming in Plume Poetry Journal, The American Journal of