"The RV Show" and "Stone Poem" are in the Evening Street Review.

Two of my poems have just appeared in the Evening Street Review. There's plenty of good reading in this Summer 2019 issue, so consider ordering a copy from the Evening Street Press's website. I've reprinted one of my poems from the issue, "The RV Show," below.

The RV Show

She wanted to go to the RV show.

“What’s the point?” he grumbled.

“We’ll never be able to afford one.”

She wanted to go anyhow.

So he drove her.

In the dome, the RVs were lined up,

row on row on a red and white mat,

an orderly city of wheeled possibilities.

“Can you imagine the cost of gas?”

he asked, as she wandered wonderingly

between the titanic trailers and toured

a fancy Winnebago, complete with granite

countertops and leather seating.

She took a selfie standing beside a

silver Airstream. (“No doubt an oven

in the sun.”) She picked up pamphlets

and entered the raffle. “You’ll never win,”

he explained, as he drove her home.

“It’s just to get your information so

they can phone you later with a sales pitch.”

She knew that he was right. He usually was.

But still this did not seem an entirely

kind thing to say. At home,

she stashed the pamphlets away

in a cabinet atop her books about

the National Parks. (“Too crowded

in the summer.”) She wondered

when it was she had become

incapable of anything other

than imaginary motion. When had this

insurmountable paralysis

started to set in? When had she finally

ceased entirely to be a driver?

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