Sleeping Late on Inauguration Day, 2017

Dreams refuse to wake with us. They prefer the easy rewrites of sleep to the alarms and showers of daily routine. And who can blame them? The noise of this daylight, its empty oaths, grind so hard into the skull, the persistent weight of my own head against the pillow makes that weightless world a… More

Inaugural Resolution 2017

I will take joy from wherever it comes. I will wring it out of my grief. I will seize it from my enemies. Joy has no identity, no politics, no beliefs. It is not deterred by my righteous indignation. I will find hope is in its presence, not some bird in my future. God gives… More

Inauguration Day Poetry Contest

As we brace for an inept and obdurate authoritarian regime to assume control of our country, Fogged Clarity is holding an inauguration day poetry contest. On January 20th we will be releasing our “Inauguration issue” to feature a selection of interviews, essays, film, and visual art that stand in opposition to the socio-political forces working… More

Confidence

I want to be the soft padding of bare feet on a bare floor in the afternoon. Or the knotted up-on-top-of-head hair of a braless woman who couldn’t care— doesn’t give two shits about it all. Except her pen. And maybe her man. Hot damn. Her beautiful glorious hard-legg-ed hardworking man— who doesn’t understand but… More

Crooked Creek Rail Bridge

And then it turns cold, fall, the sky full of upside-down ships, and wind, the grass turning a bright but pale shade of green, sunlight between stark clouds, no more yellow of daffodils, some window plastic flutters, it’s coming, the wonderful specter of pothole-filled roads, a warm car, gloved hands on a steering wheel, tires… More

Mindfulness

My guts gurgle under my hand; yes, a place to hide, yes . . . When the sun sets in the west, the river shines all the way across. News travels: a clown, a man whose job was kids’ parties, shoots himself at his ex-wife’s house. It’s summer, too hot, all the parking lots and… More

La Baume Bonne

Musée de Préhistoire des Gorges Verdon The good cave. Tucked up in the cliffs of Verdon, Prehistory, where-we-come-from. That’s you Shucking snails with a stick. That’s me learning To hide under a hide, naked. The progressive Abandonment of relative chronologies. The slow Sedimentary drip of turquoise minerals, ancestry. Thus each excavation phase is a reflection… More