5 am, I79 wreck. talk radio. hope-wrangled holidays in scotch-tape and latex gloves, sailing incubators we ride these ill winds...

Decennial The superstitions I practiced kept me safe. All of the pennies and grains of salt thrown. Every wishbone that broke in my favor...

The magic mirrors distort her mind as she follows the words in her head to the merry-go- round where horses race silently to nowhere in...

Accubitus (noun) is the state of lying next to another in bed without touching / according to an 1817 medical dictionary / the word...

Only Pink Satin Sheets Are Ineffable Only pink satin sheets are ineffable And not hot pink, either, And not pale petal pink, But some...

Let’s talk about blurred pictures Steaming cups of coffee now mud foggy Brown and white dots brushed into one Let’s talk about the...

She'll catch a glimpse of herself in the glass, realise she's beautiful but know too that in her shadow a ragamuffin stray slinks down...

Daughters of We are the daughters Of sons of fathers from another land. We are the daughters of babbas who see in us the shadows of their...

The Violence of Sound Parcels of darkness take to the sky, storm warnings that strip skin from bones, swallowing the blood of entire...

Beneath the Darkness She walks the tree-lined evening way, scattering spectres of the past subordinated to her command. The animals...

The period from November until January poem for Maria Berry is deer season. which means. it’s time. to dress up. as buildings and hide...

the deadly mixture of green and black bile swamped the poor ailing liver in dark humours doing the damage bringing fear and death it was...

Juncture Paper napkins over water glasses, scarf-draped lamp hey presto flourish, quick wrist-reveal: a cage of birds that start to sing...

My Love Is Like A Little Blue Lada My love is like a little blue Lada packed to the ceiling with melons pressed against the windows and...

Clouds surround Aragats peaks as we ride in a shared taxi to Gyumri. She watches the grays slither rock to rock, plume like apricots,...

Downtown I found a handwritten sign: Have You Been Having Unusual Dreams? There was a number to call. That was all. I think I saw it...

I ONLY WANT HIM WHEN HE SMELLS LIKE WHISKEY & CAMELS When he's just steel plucked new calluses into his fingers. I want to jar every...

FUCKIN SUNSHOWERS We were drinkin beers And eatin five-buck rib half-racks At the bar down the street Paddy Mack’s in Chicago Our...

The morning rises every morning. I dream my head bleeding. I don’t know why. When I wake up, I dress my eyes in Gucci and coat my throat...

You wanted to be top dog. Now you’re in over your head. You feel like you’re herding cats. All those blind spots can be a bitch. The...