Dead Man’s Quintet i. there’s pasta water / boiling on the stove / “your poems are mush” / my darker angel murmurs / you’d think that...

(advice from my 96-year-old father - in - law) Live simply. Eat plain food; porridge made with water, banana sandwiches, soup (tinned is...

“What’s more American than tax evasion?” I half-joke, drinking AriZona out of a chipped teacup. Upstairs, Uncle Sam’s third cousins mow...

An Address Bleeds On The Door Once more I've come to the door, scored a photo, asked the mystery behind- "What is it that keeps pulling...

Pressed within milk-bottle glass, I am the coarse rock to man. My holes are bitty with pilled glitter. I cook breakfast, lunch, and...

The Gaze as She Leaves the Country Club’s Annual Cocktail Party They want you to think you’re aggressive or even a little hysterical But...

baby boy i love the way you fight your demons it really gives me something to sink my teeth into they say don't bite the hand that feeds...

It takes me four or five poems To learn to read a poet. I haven’t written many yet So you and I don’t have that luxury. I mean what I say...

Dive after the gale in desolate shafts of light to opaque fish stare and flurry shifty answers, They’re unaccountably gone. In yearning I...

look at you afraid of a Plant City sangria you silly barrier island you don’t tell me what to do who do you think you are secret kudzu...

You lay in bed thinking about breathing while someone in another room coughs. Someone in another house is crying because they don’t know...

stubble + lipstick mingle over fluid mouth shaping words the words you’ll sing when the band meets in a room above a pub thrust to the...

I almost raked my hands, again, down my throat, searching for the miasma of the college story love poems I almost wrote. I inched myself...

When your father told you That your mother’s breasts were Deadly nightshade You drew a line between You and God Pale eyes Pierced the...

Liquid Sky Searing heat rises in agonizing waves, eating away at sanity. Rippled air drips down, choking out all breath. Refracted images...

Old Feet I walk at my own pace; in no way do I run a race, no stumble, no fall, no longer quite as tall. Still I follow behind she who is...

Lost She was hanging clothes on the line when I asked her, next to the garden where she beat a snake to death with a hoe. She kept her...

the walk the walk the grass the sky the blue the trees the oaks the birches the talking the gravel the mud the stones the crunch the...

In Greece the concept of time is understood qualitatively and quantitatively: kairos, the propitious moment for decision or action...

—Shelters of Change— What if the day is a house built in the sky by the sun that means to hold it up forever by beams that collapse with...