Warren Woessner
Poetry Corner: Closing Time
Last night, smoke,
steak and wine.
Up late — endless jokes
about right women
and wrong women
This morning it's clear
and cold. You cover
the pontoon boat
while I watch warblers
blow...
Poet’s corner: Thrift Shop
I'm going through the rack
of men's trousers
in the musty basement
alongside a tall, skinny guy
I don't want to look at
twice, but he starts to talk:
"Everything...
Poets’ Corner: Midwinter
At 4:45 the sun edges
through a loose nest
of branches, sets
behind a snow bank,
slipping out early
after its brief appearance
in today. But it still dazzles,
like a...
Poets Corner: The Chair
The Chair
Walking alone on the foggy beach
I find a plastic chair
on its side at the high tide line,
left behind or washed in
last night. I...