a crumbled yellowed note maybe love — a written sentence faraway stare no epitaph on a tiny tombstone death note — stepping on...

cicadas seventeen years ago beneath the bridge i drift along our names still scrawled below still the cicadas sing their song babe in the...

After all After four months of trial after the episode after listening devices are planted after working their way up to the Earth's...

when anger elbowed in followed by fear through the door I failed to secure and the shame of another thing I’ve left undone So sleep was...

her face soft as fingers creeping on wood there is the look of something you never know in the clean flow of saliva where telemarketers...

The washing machine made noises as it spun its cycles. This added life to the quiet house. Any guitarist with a soft shell case does not...

“...like when you ask a dream to give you more light...” ~David Allen Sullivan Borges put us in time's labyrinths, spoke to us about the...

I told her not to run, that it wouldn’t hurt. It’s just a tooth and, also, it’s for science. I told her we’d put it under the pillow,...

RIVER RIPE For Linda Hogan, for Ai I swim in a river ripe, a ringlet wheel though It is a bad place after hours. Wild, unpredictable,...

CW: Sexual relationship between adult and minor I. Two nights ago, I dreamt of hot cocoa. The kind that’s a little too sweet because it’s...

CW Violence Heavy boots on the stairs and a stranger’s voice, then hearing my Mummy say ‘Harry, wake the boys’. Blinking from our sleep...

Pickle Tub I’ve got a heart like a pickle tub you can turn it over and drum on it for change it’s full of living things, it’s good for...

Your father passed into thin air two years ago today, left you treading in salt water and frost. It was before the fuses detonated on...

This is not like the other times, of initial refusal, eventual acceptance, inevitable treatment. Unlike the times of womb, throat, and...

wraparound maybe it’s in the breath of It, how even menthol-wrapped, He can put life to it with a well-placed sigh, our arc a paper-thin...

So then, you take a toothpick, some tweezers of course you don’t want to clean your teeth, you just want to tear yourself apart. Building...

In your kitchen it will always be late summer, Bessie Smith churning through the blues, some piano fluttering to keep up. A CD whirs...

Tired of technocracy clear-cutting the valleys, a mountainside necromancer brings home the teeth from several steam shovel buckets,...

In Philadelphia, My Love We turned the streets of Philadelphia into fighting arenas when we’d drag our issues from jazz bars and take...

when we lived on the moon we danced to techno wearing spacesuits caught space rocks in tiny glass jars we laughed loudly in a dark sky...