I am tired of burning down we are a library of ignited people, look how all of our pages curl from the heat, smoldering embers of...

Text I Will Never Send Something strange happened today. I was rotting in bed, my favorite pastime since we—ceased. The buzzing warmth of...

Savior fantasies are considered bad.  It's not your place  to save anyone. But all I want is  someone to want  to save me. It shouldn't...

pages fluttering back and forth: cleaved fairy wings, cracked down the spine when i was eleven and living for the sweet burst of albany...

All the fucks I give (are so, so  many)   “Look at me,” people say, gesturing empty arms to open air. “Look at all the fucks I give.”  ...

alone at night, the devil is in the garbage can                        unheard                        and speaking to snow. he’s swinging...

I’d like to write about Jamaica but I forgot my notebook prolific only happens while the sun gives the horizon it’s morning kiss poem...

Strange Quarks Did the ice cube tray fall nine minus one bodies broken into sheer chaos along the cold hard atomic angles of the...

In honor of the arbitrary hierarchy I am pleased to announce that, even though we are lost at sea with no butcher no baker no candlestick...

No Coming Back Turn around, don’t drown.  There are signs all over the Houston area saying this. You watch the news, and there is someone...

At 39,000 he turns to say the moon always falls to Earth and  instead of words I web my fingers to the darkness  and fill so wide with...

you are entitled to one carry-on My heart swells in a way I can’t pin down–and Don’t care to–when I watch ferries pass in the Sound,...

After “The Five Stages of Grief” by Linda Pastan It’s easy, like learning to climb the stairs after the amputation. Five stages of...

I haven’t been able to masturbate My kids sleep with me in the tent There’s no room that’s mine with a door Even when the kids are out...

I open a library book of poems, a mix of earthy and intellectual I’d say, if forced to label the flavor after a few pages. And there she...

Mountain Lion Trail  It was quiet that morning in the woods – gravel crunching, light casting  hand puppet shadows on the ground through...

Perception “You need to give me some warning next time so I don’t laugh,” I say as we exit the elevator, but you tell me I’ll catch on...

A Black Dog Sits and Waits Just to wake up on a Saturday morning and have all the answers, that would be good. This is all there is. I...

The Very Hungry Caterpillar Imagine if March was a summer month whose beard said jadedly, you’re too young to be jaded, and the world...

I wear a hat. I play golf. (Sermon from The Donald)   Let golf be elitist. Be expensive, take the land. Let people work hard and aspire...