Author: Will Cox
Statistically Speaking
and all without lifting a finger
At Midnight
String together songs into a poem. This is how you start a mix tape.
Not One of Us
in which a majority is reduced to a minority through selective definition
THIS IS THE TITLE CENTERED
An Attempt at Humor
The Morning After
Super Bowl LIII
A Procrastinator’s Love Song
Lots of things to do, there are lots of things to do.Lots of things to do, there are lots of things to do.If I got up this morn, then I could do them too.Lots o...
Probable Futures
“Improbable Futures,†the last chapter in Better to Have Loved (2002), is derived from an interview given by Judith Merril for a documentary six months befo...
Crazy Thoughts
I have this crazy thought.It’s a poem.Maybe.Or a novel.Perhaps.Of things I want to do— to you —Or just a picture of a day.No, it wouldn’...
This Morning
This morningThe geese called me, wake!to look at the palest pinksand blues of grey dawn This morningwispy steam risingmy teacup counsels, patiencenow is the wai...
Persistence
Have you cracked a black walnut? Or, perhaps more precisely, have you tried to crack a black walnut? I found this half of a walnut shell on my walk th...
Any Morning
Just lying on the couch and being happy. Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head. Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has so much to do in th...
Neighborhood Sports
I’ve been enamored of the Kingston Stockade since reading Dennis Crowley’s announcement of the team, but as time goes on, and as my nostalgia become...