Poems: Mark Goad
The Poet Takes His Dog for a Walk Acolyte of dog shit, irksome little bag-of-plastic pendulum bumping against his leg, but better than letting the neighbors down. The terrier tethered to the other arm is careless, so much in the world that she knows anything that can be done is rightful. The world is generous. … Read more
Poem: Mark Goad
The Day Would Be New The day would be new except for the scraps of ten thousand other days left lying around. Except for memories that defy forgetting’s acid wash. Except for the face in the mirror waiting for you to notice. Except for the answering machine blinking since you don’t know when. Except for … Read more
