The Titillation A bird has left an azure feather on our cold red cement sill. It corroborates the curiosity's tale about the bird, about...

After First Frost Let’s be unrealistic. I’ll pretend the armadillo isn’t dead in the ditch, it’s half burrowed hole beneath the hostas...

Everybody Knows In childhood father said I was indelicate, clumsy, straw bristles for digits and feet like oil drums. About these things...

Within the cocktail of sound, the only thing I hear is a car tyre grinding my bones into a fine powder. To be exhaled by rigid...

This Is Not Another Poem About the Moon The next blue supermoon won’t come until 2037, and by then, we may be gone. Have you thought...

Finished in Dreams Deduction of the general from the specific is no longer needed, the evidence is in— The ice caps are melting, oceans...

sitting poolside at a Dominican resort an older couple guessing mid-80’s shuffles by my wife turns to me and asks will that be us...

It was raining when I gutted the shed, crystal balls swinging from spider’s webs long vacated, crusty arachnid shells punctuating graves...

Spires & Skyscrapers are Shrouded in November fog Rolling in with Techno from traffic from down river Obscuring the Boulevard &...

He’d pushed his cart to the 6:00 a.m. bar, just down the dirty boulevard, to escape the cold, and the dark clouds building out east and...

Unboxed As if returning a forgotten memory, like an abandoned child, Back to the banks of the subconscious which violently pushed it,...

The Curse In the smoke of his words comes a sign that we can’t sleep anymore under the calm dome of the moon when auburn wildfires race...

A lot of things, you found, were a lot like murdering someone. You tried very hard for a long time to avoid murdering anyone but then you...

Mercy The only thing I remember from last night’s dream is the word mercy, spoken by a spectral figure. Was it my soul, crying out...

The Politics of Pockets Skirts and dresses should be tight arses and hips for our enjoyment nobody wants layers for exercise these tight...

I step on a scale and the numbers rise and rise and rise like my marks in primary, in secondary, in tertiary school. I wrap a measuring...

When they thought I had breast cancer, my grandmother worked a bare-handed half-acre to plant a meditation garden. Roses, mostly, antique...

1: The Pigeon and the city Sure, let’s stand on the corner. Grow, Your beak demands bread, So grow. Whoever told you, lies, An architect...

What do they mean? The staircase is here. First one foot on the step, then the other quickly slipping in behind. I'm ascending, not...

I’m not in my right mind. I can see, hear, and feel the air around me…but my thoughts have led me astray. I’m more unwell than I’d...