Rob Carney

“Some say sharks are the ocean’s anger at us for being in its future,” writes Rob Carney. I say poems are sharks’ way of forgiving us for the soup, the…

by Rob CarneyI'm glad that wool was saved from coyotes,glad for winter with its sight lines, glad for trees,the way they cooperateby letting go of their…

pecan groves outside of Lafayette,the pine woods north of Spokane,the field by my house where the snow piled deep,where a snow owl passed so silently and…

the empty lake, the static on the radio, the yearswith missing handle bars—the one that halfway fit him was the gloves.He wore them all spring, then all…