These colors don’t run, which is to say this criss-crossed flag, this faux heritage, this emblem of pride, white superiority seems to...

In his transcendental state, what must he have felt, did he retreat to his hermitage in the lonely mountains? As the glowing flames...

woke up new / limbs less / charred & / hot head hot collared / lightning bugs wink / in out / the mountain’s curve / can you...

Still Life with Frying Pan, Fight, and Flower Pot How beautiful it is to break an egg into the waiting pan to repot a plant grown too...

vapor-compression constant inside bedroom the hot condensed by water compressed then carried away by water every slight abnormal buzz...

Peach juice trickles down fingers, to knuckles, to wrists to elbows on a sweltering Northwest Indiana day. The steel in the air...

For Lyuba Yakimchuk In a vast bomb shelter, hundreds of citizens cup candles. The soft light gives a warm hue to the coldness, and the...

silver tongued words fall from my lips as the clock strikes midnight suspend me take me to new heights make me cum my Sunday dress hangs...

In Shared Movement, the Clocks Stop Through me exists a succulent kaleidoscopy, Warmth through me and over me and in me, Moments...

Driving Home a Coltrane solo’s loping from the stereo. The GPS keeps chiding, “Route recalculating.” The music fills my head and chest. I...

Ljubljana “I knew he was in love with me,” she said, “but my new, wealthy husband, then one by one the children, those who lived and...

POEM ON THE PAGE catch me, save me from the page. STANDARD OBIT fun size of this side MY EASTER ISLAND The hay bales will return. The...

It doesn’t need to be easy to love you I want to come into your grief house and sit beside you. We don’t need to open the windows, we can...

CLEMATIS VINES for Agata I. Like entwined vines of clematis pink —with invisible beginning and no visible end— we create a...

Currying Forms See all this? I use this as an excuse to avoid cooking, learning about it, shopping for ingredients, setting down recipes,...

I don’t remember begging my father for a leather whip, but he bought my brother and me leather whips in upstate New York the summer we...

an approximation of sunlight on my red/gold curls the sidewalk cracks and the flowers that push through. i've always envied your...

never/more fossilised (in) merciless stitches sugar-coated (gift wrapped) making your move (not without risk) hoarding moments that...

Doomsday Turnstile The turnstile cranks. With every turn, another person slides toward doomsday. A camera clicks. A picture captures the...

You canter on for years and years with abstract hopes, with shallow fears, complacency to hold your hand, ellipsis, comma, ampersand. One...