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...

I leapt out my bedroom window onto my Nimbus 2000. A couple putting up pictures of their son. The bobbing of a go-getter on her daily...

A Word from the Poet: My poem “Madelyn Dunham, Passing On” won first prize in the Obama Millennium Contest. I also have won the Blue...

once, wandering a half-dressed, bare street—lithe and light, she led me to a bench. and forever we sat in the warm dusk, before I had the...

they didn’t they lied the sun would burn brighter and mornings would sail along like a great enveloping soul they said that nights would...

Hemingway could not grab a shotgun and shoot himself. He lacked the arms to do so. His namesake would be horrified at the circumstances....

Heartbreak in All Forms Heartbreak is more than just a lover. It comes in many shapes and sizes. Once from a favorite plate shattered in...

After the precondition A history of seedless planning resolved itself      in purple sheets for local consul swaddling; the council...

Lost in the Forest Corsage curated for your chest, I am wearing emerald to match your eyes as we go in the forest for a walk. I point to...