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...

As I was leaving her apartment one afternoon, she took me by the hand and led me around her building to the garage. Showed me the...

Language falls from the sky, As my eyes, fleshly opened, After two days Drinking straight, Lungs full of the black weeds of time,...

I still want you, moon after Brenda Shaughnessy I read righteous rage of a poet telling you to fuck off calling out all the ways you...

Let it ride He has always been relentless when it comes to the chase. As a boy tossing coins for sweets, luck was his sugary hit. All the...

a drum a drum and bass and bass and bass deep reverb echoes off my face my cranium thin vibrating party walls I knew this...

The world courses on arhythmic heartbeats, now too fast, now too slow-- vulture-winged clouds swoop, then fly, circling just beyond...

to stand still and yearn to go you sit in silence, ground moving beneath the soles of your shoes, beneath the tracks; cities rushing by,...

Poem for People Who Say They Don’t Pray This is a poem for those who say they don’t pray. Poem is a prayer. If you write, you pray. I...

My cousin, the know-it-all procrastinator, Would rather host barbecues in his backyard Than sit at the shop his father bleeds his pension...

CW: vomiting The seat on window view was left empty by a man, coeval as me, moved to the middle row and kissed a woman who sat alone. I...

I want to lie with you on a hotel mattress and listen to a turntable play Sweetheart of the Rodeo. You should hear this country music,...