No Great Pit of Carkoon, A Poem by Chris Russell

I’m sorry to disappoint, but it’s business as usual this fine August morning. In fact, nothing of note has really happened this last decade of sun-ups, no Great Pit of Carkoon has swallowed me while I write in my briefs from my modest studio David the Gnome would find quite spacious, a winning Megabucks ticket … Continue reading No Great Pit of Carkoon, A Poem by Chris Russell

Creating a Kind of Pedestal for My Face, A Poem by Chris Russell

Tonight, I caught myself folding my hands as in prayer and then pushing my mouth and chin into that heart shaped union, until my body and breathing slowed. I think I do this unconsciously to lower my blood pressure by creating a kind of pedestal for my face, the way a mother or a lover … Continue reading Creating a Kind of Pedestal for My Face, A Poem by Chris Russell

Fishing with Flies of Disappointment, A Poem by Chris Russell

The last summer I went fishing with my father up north the last thing on my mind was how I wouldn’t get another chance to hear him talk about buying and running a small fishing lodge, a retirement interest of his that I think helps to explain why every summer he’d invite me to stay … Continue reading Fishing with Flies of Disappointment, A Poem by Chris Russell