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...

It starts with a mouthful of blood gums swollen and sore platelet count too low for her body to form a clot. They insert a picc line in...

after Mathew Daniel In this journey the devil wears mascara in the small hours, you pledge allegiance to her who talks with a scintilla...

GUILT Three times today I’ve gone to the window to see what’s happening outside. I know I’m to blame but I hope there might be someone...

In Singapore, exiting the subway, alone, After 11 at night, transferring to the bus, waiting in line at the stop, grabbing a seat, next...

“Nous sommes La triste opacité de nos spectres futurs.”1 -Stéphane Mallarmé In autumn, I sit and drink coffee or tea or hot cocoa and...

SABLE You step into this city & Everything tells you they know Of dying, of burning. They paint You war-red, paint a wedding dress Black,...

Across fields of languid wet grass dotted with grazing cattle we walked, a weary band of silent souls. Carefully picking our way across a...

My boss, Who’s worked In our district Through nine presidencies, Refers to The students As children. Yesterday, During second period, One...

I Think I Could She asked, “What could I have done That would have made you stay?” She saw your error and crime and implicated herself in...