David Colodney

Armless Eddie rolls a joint with his feet as sun sets, Stillwater Park’s benches moist from the day’s sweat. Eddie works it eyes closed, toes like knitting need...

I’d write this: We’re both past 60 now, and yet you’ve managed to keep your same shape: round on the outside, square in between. I’m just getting rounder. Some ...

She graces a magazine cover in the Publix checkout line & I catch Elvis’s sneer from a rag in a rack next to Marilyn 47 years after he died & this aisle...

& marry you at the checkout counter catching muses & trading glances browsing dusty racks.         You wander down the aisle labeled “country” & ...