Life in the Bathroom Response poem to “From the Women’s Restroom” by Kaitlyn Spees A sign above the women’s bathroom sink tells me Water...

CW: sexual harassment, chronic/potentially fatal illness, and pornography/pin-up girl culture Jellyfish After the really dirty and...

A Tub Poem I was watching this poem float by and thinking it was painted by Van Gogh I don’t know Or was it the women going to and fro...

We share moments of grace And we love the bones of the bird That flies around our blooming fantasy Collecting paper notes written in your...

Love Me Some Coyote (After 'Coyote Dream II' by Karen Pierce Gonzalez) Coyote is a friend of mine, at least, he told me he was, but how...

Grab a pen, write this down. Ink it before you forget. Nonsense is: The things people shout when they know they are wrong. The things...

I am barefoot and hungry on the forest fringe of a black and white dream over-exposed shadows film my skin as I squeeze out of a tightly...

Each Step Each Step The Ancient Ones step through me. Each step, So fresh No step was ever taken. Purity Two dozen Purity Roses. The...

Gold Watch Fever In progress, anonymous dog-eared milksop employees pigeonhole discreet chagrin so as to excavate spine-tingling...

Crossings after moon river (the frank ocean cover) a friend whom I love dearly once told me: it’s never about them, it’s about you don’t...

CAVED SILHOUETTES With tired feet we run while the woods peel back on their own past the boarded homes we played in past crusty folds we...

A Woman Witnesses Velvet Shedding In the woods behind her house, half a mile from the Savannah River, she hears the bellow of a buck....

Davis stands before projection… raises instrument to his lips stare long enough through open window catch someone exposed baring all...

Fish Supper so much has been lost along with our Sunday best / we now have different types of Christ tricks / and 60 second flicks...

Swimming as Allegory for Living When I say I don’t know how to swim, I mean I never learned to do it properly. That they tried to teach...

Magic Theatre Poetry Reading I wanted to eat you. I did not understand your power, the slick sleaze of it. Your legs uncrossed, offered...

I sit, You sit, We sit. You’re talking, I’m listening. I can clearly see your lips moving and I can hear the individual words you’re...

Unlock my body and move myself to dance Into warm liquid, flowing, blowing glass (Wilco - Heavy Metal Drummer) “Listen. This is the best...

Pearl Divers We’ve crossed two states to be here on this shiny, blue Saturday afternoon of hot cosmic winds and A.M. radio crackle,...

Misericordia To speak respectfully of the dead is to not speak of knowing that they’re damned. To go home again and find the front door...