Thomas Radwick : Crack In The Ceiling

Happy Birthday, Patrick! May magical music move like a wave of wind  through your cosmic conch shell cherub-trumpeting elevational vibration...

While the red sun set we rushed over rocks to see it sink in the sea Roadway Motel dawn: screaming man upstairs subsides— pack the car and g...

The utter duckness of a small black duck gliding down a seamless stream A wine like our lives— berries and pepper above; underneath, a rose ...

When I heard a bird this morning I didn’t make his song an idea   Emptily I watch ice cubes melt in orchid pots— I am all of the...

It’s a lonely life— pitiless geometry of downtown buildings He makes his boss rich and pays his landlord’s mortgage—...

Riot of birdsong in the blush of morning dusk— you want me to work? Man walking alone in a tanktop in winter le...

If this is one of those troublesome days when you can’t see the Jesus in people, say “Everybody’s okay to be a face ...