The American Beauty at Sunset He liked to be called “Daddy.” And in his rose garden The same petalled, arrogant aristocrats that bloomed...

It has been 22 3 months and I wake up incredulous with you again (like you used to, actually), but I’ll love you again by lunch; then...

well, I see the sky over Ireland or maybe marble markings from Connemara goat hide as tight as a fiddle string makes a sound i heard...

For some, war is just academic, just breasts popping out of white flowing dresses as women raise one arm in gorgeous distress, just...

No law can make a law do what you want. Ban alcohol, and still, good men will drink. The wisest words drown in the strongest font. Even...

under a potpourri of tentacles stretching across all gloaming shorelines. i have got the news on and what I see is a deer. then this kid...

On Mother’s Day, I shun cards and don’t go out to brunch. The Hollandaise just wilts, And the champagne gets drunk by my mother. But I...

(please read Perspective from top to bottom and then bottom to top) you were gone the door left open you look around, nervous I lie still...

Circulation the heart pumps blood to the lungs. this is a library. i am the books. the lungs pump blood back. books live in the library....

Call me anytime. What else is there to say to the friend who reveals they plan to marry an addict careering toward self-destruction? Who...

Interrupted Sonnet you are cricket calling flashlight / lamp / against the damp grass — night air / dark eye balling into the hands of...

Off Ramp This wasn’t the exit I wanted. This a scattered merge away from where everyone else is headed. This one abrupt. This one crept...

Black Racers (Single Ladies) Along the trail that leads to the river, I come upon a pit of black racers— all writhing in a slithering sex...

He grew up in Poland, a Catholic childhood with a proclivity for stoicism; pious, ascetic, the gift of intellect and his rock-hard work...

She laces her cherry Docs and shuffles forward to knock A book tucked under her arm her heart ticking like a bomb Other side of that door...

I misheard write a tree poem, thought I’m not a tree person, I’m a bush person; I’m not a nature person, I’m a nurture person— which was...

Didn’t go to his funeral. Anxiety. Truthfully. Regretfully. I liked him. Counted out papers And betting slips Whilst the dog Lay black...

Lover, do you think the sun misses the moon the same way I ache for you? Do you think they’re long-distance like we are, with only an...

I Sister Three was on the phone, and she was outraged. Sister Two had told her about the photos I had taken that afternoon of our mother...

Open and Closed Doors The door of my childhood home is now worn, too many scratch marks from this dog or that one before we put a hole...