cry fowl yard fowl flee the sight to cower lest they perish from the hawks in flight tumbling down as they cherish prodigal ghosts it was...

The Dream Is Over pt. I It was all good once. Football games on Friday nights and maybe second base under the bleachers before the last...

We received a King Cake at the office the other day Part coffee cake, part cinnamon roll Bathed in an icing of yellow, green and purple A...

THE MALL OF MEN She chooses men the same way you’d pick a detergent bar or a cereal box at a hyperstore Carefully; after looking at the...

Shoveling Out Dust haloed, scratcheyed, kneedeep in grain, we shovel toward the buried shriek of the auger. Our masks press sharply into...

yes, i’m the heat of a promise of snow. my friends think i’m a Vegetarian, so i lie and say i am. if only i could have black sunglasses,...

Love Poem to Myself, Number Five Forty-two. That’s how old you are when you finally put down the knife aimed at your own chest. That’s...

after working like one of those first social work jobs after having just got married head over heels madly in love on school st. in...

Bill Resurrected just a day after hearing of his passing I saw Bill at the liquor store tonguing a toothpick, signing contracts in the...

That year morphine became a minuet, Sweet pianissimo. Its soft pedals stilled Anguish, reproached relentless timekeeping — Tick, tick —...

The Monster of Old It was a horrifying creature, long pointed nose, buzzing wings, eyes deep black in a circle of garish red. I didn’t...

Morning comes and gently we unravel— limbs knotted by close familiarity break free and fall straight into the sea of sheets we stained...

Musing on a long ago winter, At the Amish farm house, A bird strikes the window pane, "Ach my!" my mother exclaims, "It is a death...

when i was in the eighth grade, i dressed up as a phoenix on the 31st of october, feathers saturated with marigold, tangerine, scarlet...

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...