SAM BEEBE

better a place

I climbed up

to the hunter’s perch

Different is what it is the most

Prose poem

fire in my mouth

a poem

fire in the hearth

Thief in the Night

a poem

Whether it is mine 
or my love’s
I can’t be sure. 
It could be both.

The Eddy Pool

Short fiction

I moved downriver and built my own little house on the banks of the bend, near where the water…

Ring of Light

This piece is an excerpt from the manuscript of my full-length nonfiction book. As it is a sort of ruminative vignette, an eddy pool on the side of the main river of the book’s narrative, I believe it can stand alone just fine, without need of greater contextualization.

Looking For The Apple That Eve Bit

A short profile of The Thing — a one-of-a-kind second-hand shop in my neighborhood — and its owner…

Be-Bent-Boo-Boo: A Kind of Eulogy

Short fiction

For Everything

Short fiction

Yours is a face polished by tears. I saw them once, when you told me that your little…