Poem where I mention Michigan because Bob Hicok is from Michigan and I am doing a reading with Bob Hicok, who is from Michigan, so it...

FRUIT MEAL blue curtains   watery fields night falling    entire meal of fruit somewhere in The Netherlands    my mother said cut boiled...

I remember birdsong so loud, maybe the starlings thought I had crusts from another hastily made breakfast, Just to say to myself I had...

Palmetto Girl golden summer baby with blue sky in your eyes and butterscotch lipgloss put on to be kissed off. there’s saltwater in your...

lucid linen words like sugared twine twice pilfered filtered words flit filleted hung out to dry with the angels beneath my skin liminal...

I’ll Be There for You When the Rain Starts to Pour A few days before Halloween we’re getting high in an Ellicottville Airbnb when the...

And so I lay. Off lively path. Driftin' in et out of day, Last and lonely sound, my laugh, Come the Raven, blackest of wings Claws cave,...

Things You Have To Do Throw rocks in the river, even if you don’t have kids along. Not the small, flat stones meant for skipping: find a...

Residual feelings The day before Eden ended, she spent mostly staring out of windows, observing stretch marks scar the sky, trees hunker...

I see her in my bed, her body a few inches away from mine. Almost as tall as me, but not quite yet. She is fast asleep. Hands clasped...

Inspired by the painting Beklemek (meaning: to wait), by Müfide Kadri (Turkey), 1890-1912 we feel it on our skin / the silvery powder...

Seventh-Inning Stretch Horn-rimmed glasses and pants pressed free of creases. My arms around your middle, chin cradled by your shoulder....

Prozac Ocean the land is too small people tend to crowd the tide speaks to me in rhythmic intonations I spend time with fulmars, gulls,...

To Jessica Schwartz, From Your Designated Demon: In 6,000 years of existence, I have never had anyone summon me over 200 times in a...

A continuous note Played on a violin Suddenly stops For a moment It even looked As if I wouldn’t bleed Then the marionette climbs back up...

The black-and-white corridor smells of the memory of cigarettes, parables of ash caught above the coating of clorox. each step documents...

In barely a whisper he muttered the cat’s name. She sat, ignoring him, by the sliding glass doors in the dining room, where out in the...

It’s nighttime, and I sit wondering if I might be serial killered out here in my own backyard. It’s unlikely, I know. So I remind myself,...

Maybe I’ll never die. Or maybe I will. Unknown pulses push through the space I’m also in. Thank you. Love is different than I expected....

the irregularity of monotonousness   is now   absorbed. the obduracy   observed from white paper that was glued to its kind did not...