I bet I'll forget the clammy shirt collar, sheepskin lined coat and brown angola school jumper, uncle-close to my skin in the September...

Midnight Apple Picking In the harsh despondency of night, When tears have dived into their sepulchers And the mists, heavy with every...

Advice Don’t be stupid he said to her and I saw the cannonball leave him and hit her splintering her sternum and entering the cavern...

For Stewart Nestled in the coves of Paris, with amaretto biscuits and an egg cup of espresso, I listen for your call. As the daylight...

I taste of salt. salt of the ocean and salt of your palm. you move your thumb back and forth / back and forth across my back / across my...

Flying west as the sun sets It’s like we’re trying to catch the last bit of light Before the night rolls in, Vainly attempting to remain...

North Fork of the Skykomish She stands in the hurry of the river. Sunlight bends among Sitka spruce. Memories loll in shady places and...

I cannot hold this muscle, this lashed-out grit turned limp. It tastes of metal and Vienna sausages straight from the can. Straight down...

“Emotional Regulation” CW: Suicidal Ideation My boyfriend thinks I have issues with “emotional regulation.” “Yelling…” he says, “I can’t...

A fool, I contemplate tomorrow’s fate. For future truth, I truly yearn to know. I think, What if? And next, I speculate, What then?...

Isolation Street A half-smoked cigarette dangles from idle fingers on a shadowed stoop returned from the empty corner bar where one...

Fragments 1 The Lone Ranger approached the low makeshift stage of the automobile dealership as his audience waited for him to begin to...

Christmas Eve night And the pub is not very full, Although there is a hundred percent more People than last year, When it was closed,...

I let it creep up the sage-throated walls and roost While the body crawls out of the room. The kitchen walls whisper about spoiled milk...

Still Water torn with crossing waves tells how the wind blows currents to fight against the tide rolling forward flattening sand while...

The last cold bite of the year together. Ice, wish you could fossilize the cream As an oasis to the desert Of my dry years to come. The...

Things We Did Before Google Danielle yells my name at the gate louder than usual and I trip over my dad’s shoes, stumbling out the door....

For this you will need: Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the American...

spring thinking about eunuchs which may be absurd since I never had what they lost but still. also railroad tracks, unused for years also...

Cumming and Leaving Copenhagen, Denmark You will remember my tapping on your hip when in the produce aisle at the grocery store I cannot...