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...

Aria for Need The night is a parched dog and I quench it, skate my feet so you will not hear me peel my toes from the kitchen’s stained...

THE ASK It's easy to spot a man who's having an affair. At least now it is. Absence where the was once presence. It starts out benign,...

HE CAME BACK YEARS LATER BUT I WAS ALREADY DAMAGED GOODS Bright parrots chirp glass songs near your lunette window <<>> I want to keep a...

Coevolution I’ve never dreamed of wolves only of the stars above their ears. My dog sleeps next to me still green from a roll in...

Existential 1 First, we were killing the bees. Then, people cultivated outrage & condescension & put white cubes of bee colonies on roofs...

I’d recognise you from any distance — even with your back to me, all packaged up in Petit Bateau, remote at the edge of a puddle,...

Helios got very weary of driving the sun so I agreed to help out. But on the way I lost my forks and had to stop long enough to call the...

Colder Playing Hot and Cold we hid a silver dollar and, being young, we heard no warning in the splutter hotter; we thought nothing of...

Sometimes I’m a fire you say, distant stare you’re thinking of oil slick, flame lit, tossing black clouds upward to an unreachable sun ...

I kissed a girl here, our first lips were sour and tight; our tongues dead weight. (where to breathe?) (How to hold my head?) She bit me....

I try to wrestle Your naked body Out of my mind Hold the door Open wide And tell you Firmly yet Eyes lingering That you should go (Looks...

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...