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...

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...