For Lyuba Yakimchuk In a vast bomb shelter, hundreds of citizens cup candles. The soft light gives a warm hue to the coldness, and the...

silver tongued words fall from my lips as the clock strikes midnight suspend me take me to new heights make me cum my Sunday dress hangs...

In Shared Movement, the Clocks Stop Through me exists a succulent kaleidoscopy, Warmth through me and over me and in me, Moments...

Driving Home a Coltrane solo’s loping from the stereo. The GPS keeps chiding, “Route recalculating.” The music fills my head and chest. I...

Ljubljana “I knew he was in love with me,” she said, “but my new, wealthy husband, then one by one the children, those who lived and...

POEM ON THE PAGE catch me, save me from the page. STANDARD OBIT fun size of this side MY EASTER ISLAND The hay bales will return. The...

It doesn’t need to be easy to love you I want to come into your grief house and sit beside you. We don’t need to open the windows, we can...

CLEMATIS VINES for Agata I. Like entwined vines of clematis pink —with invisible beginning and no visible end— we create a...

Currying Forms See all this? I use this as an excuse to avoid cooking, learning about it, shopping for ingredients, setting down recipes,...

I don’t remember begging my father for a leather whip, but he bought my brother and me leather whips in upstate New York the summer we...

an approximation of sunlight on my red/gold curls the sidewalk cracks and the flowers that push through. i've always envied your...

never/more fossilised (in) merciless stitches sugar-coated (gift wrapped) making your move (not without risk) hoarding moments that...

Doomsday Turnstile The turnstile cranks. With every turn, another person slides toward doomsday. A camera clicks. A picture captures the...

You canter on for years and years with abstract hopes, with shallow fears, complacency to hold your hand, ellipsis, comma, ampersand. One...

La Rochelle, France It’s been ten years since I sat in the dust by the side of a dirt road, dry grass prickling my legs. Lonely girl,...

My 27-year-old mother is forever blasting down the bubbling asphalt of late-summer Mississippi in a sky-blue 1978 Mercury Cougar—so wide...

Concrète Dasein What if Dasein encompassed the theoretical And the concrete? What if Dasein is A type of alien music? What if Dasein was...

Moonlight in Paradise A vacant lifeguard tower twelve feet over damp sand guards long since gone moonlit clouds softly shifting sitting...

it was in the elks lodge at east haven Connecticut that the wedding guest saw his failure clear its bitter taste mingling with weak...

The piano sits resolute, awaiting its Shirley As cigar smoke and alcohol aroma fills the air. The jazz band preps; the bass, the...