Condensation convolutes my vision making it hard to see the fog-blooming tree. The crow flies up it (as the crow flies) and seeks a perch...

The Widow Courage is a centrifuge, an open mouth, a subterranean subterfuge, a shoe untied. Where are his glasses? I ask no one. Alone is...

Halfway Through Maybe it has to be this way. All these griefs passing through just to make a sharp left turn or even a sudden stop. We...

Sometimes the urban coyotes would jump her fence and piss on the trunk of her Japanese Pine; sometimes they would rub their faces on the...

70 chairs history hangs in this square it rests in the iron and bronze and loiters in between the memories of the abandoned furniture,...

I’m an eccentric oddball, not even my attire fits in. I dress in the dark in my wardrobe, doors shut and eyes closed. Groping in shadow,...

Albatross And what came from all that we had / I stay cocooned in piano keys, waiting for someone to come and bring music to me, even...

voices in the hill thunder missing souls gone from these rocks strangers long gone with their tennis and their cocktails their pedigreed...

Like lightning, something that flashes but no one remembers where it struck— that fucker will burn If you can find the right match. I’m...

This earth is upended, and before and before, I am wrenching your bones for blue sequins from the glass roof, icicles folded in ribbons,...

Handling Bind up myself in a bubble wrap of poetic warmth and make my moves on the roadway of reality. When the air balls puncture: the...

Satori in a Yaris We drank until closing again last night, then, unable to get a room, discussed Kerouac and Plath before deciding to...

I always found it funny that Rogue’s skin held so much power that her touch could take you whole knock you out suck you dry The thought...

Rien de rien You now believe you know me. You send letters laced with praise, stories about your good daughter. But I remember I was like...

Sweet Corn You were tough as beetroot, cracked skin and bloodstains, seeped through my guts until my waste was only you. I was loose...

CW: references to violence Cheap Beer, Madden and Hold ‘em How would I have known there was so much more, just a kid with a 30 rack of...

Tuesdays in February Distracted, I stare blankly out the window- The frosted glass obscures The view I'm not even looking at. People pass...

The Balloon Artist For many years, I was a clown traveling and performing with an infamous circus company. I enjoyed sparking smiles and...

To a Photograph of Someone I Don't Know Named Orene Orene your name makes me want to sit down at an oilcloth covered table and eat...

Hedone I take pleasure in telling the truth, in not telling all the truth, in not telling lies, in hiding so everyone can have a good...