Caterwauling – for Claudia Emerson

Caterwauling – for Claudia Emerson

Caterwauling You spoke of them often, those owl calls. How the word itself was an owl call. Two months now since cold kept us on the porch, you turning toward me to laugh.  Not so much an owl call as a kind of laugh, inhuman in the high dark branches near where you...

August

When I was young I carried the stones my stepfather combed from the earth to a wall we built around what is now a field of blueberries. It was slow, repetitive work that filled the air with dust                                                 the apple trees, pine...

He might turn up working odd jobs at your favorite diner

After Frank Stanford where my father & I are eating omelets & drinking coffee spreading grape jelly too thin onto burnt toast we didn’t ask for dirty windows with handprints obscure the city the nameless faces the happy & the sad he tells me when he was a...

New Chapbook

JS Belote s Mixtape of the Unsaid is the first title to be presented in Edwin E. Smith Publishing s Emerging Authors Series. The poems of J.S. Belote are lean, gracefully hewn, and above all able to extract the surreal from the quotidian with refreshing naturalness...

Why The Dumb Don’t Speak

like the cow tongue strung up in the slaughterhouse in my dream I stared at it hoping it would talk tell me about God I thought but it didn’t even tremble on the hook didn’t even stir the cold soup I licked from your lips when your breath came heavy while you slept...