Wasted, like a gesture of sympathy I lay starboard, at odds with the waves Which rock me gently As well as shake and Threaten my vessel...

Selection From Loan Words Selection From An Open Letter to Gabriele Falloppio Holding the men- iscus at eye level, you feel the sleep...

Sunday Best Golden corn, growing up through the middle of the sea - broken glass, a message in a bottle for sailors and seaweed - I am...

These little suckers I rhyme too much. Despite my best efforts, words bend over. Touch each other. Hold hands. One syllable slyly slides...

Gaffes Will Be The Glory To err is human, to something is divine. I could Google it. But I have a problem with the whole setup. Pit human...

while damp and sticky I’d watch you make yourself comfortable lining my side head on my chest fingers at play with the hair ...

I watched you digging in the doorway piling sod at the rim of the hole until it sat like a small hill in the space between our bedroom...

Bad romance Did she seduce me or did I use her it was hard to say in the throes of our romance to blame her would be unfair after all I...

Silver unthreatening 6:50 am. this was london. I was 22 – working 12 hour shifts out near chelsea, just down around this new estate by...

The neighbour’s cat licks its lips, and mimics a human hello In our bottom of the bag road We are people who see, but are not seen...

I I think the rooms in my books were amusing moments after I rang it to their ears that there is still a sea of words to stack to the...

My Darling i woke up this forenoon as every thought of you walls around me i turn to the side of the bed in search the sweet wet bouquet...

My palms sweat on the bottle of Bacardi, But it’s claustrophobia of my phone, Not the temperature of the room That my fingers cry for and...

the history of our school is a history of love of lovers lowered through the night on ropes through dormitory windows swarming up...

Oh, I tried to tell it slant but I guess I didn't tell it slant enough. Like any of the old fuckers I thought I was slippery and...

to long to remember __ flavors of home__ from too long ago 1. A favorite breakfast food 2. A favorite pantry item 3. Another favorite...

You reminded me death is a part of life itself even as we live. Winter has always been my favorite, February feels free somehow, full of...

I thought this poem would be easy to write But fitting it into a prescribed form Proves difficult. I start to wonder If I have made a...

Devotion ‘After this manner therefore pray ye’ Matthew 6:9 (KJV) I hide Behind The Mouth Of My Son And whisper, God, are you listening to...

THE CALL Drawn to the edge— that tug from within, that umbilical hook. Hand of God, or my own mind? It doesn’t really matter. The void...