when hollywood got off the phone some days before he found the nerve to take his gun to bed wanting to be already lying down we had...

I admit, there's nowhere left to bury you I've never been good at graveyards, at leaving what's dead behind there are so many corpses...

Playground I lie In a basket swinging, looking at the clouds, feeling a chilblain of sun on my face. Watching an Irish flag wave its...

I think of you more than I need to. I don't know how to make it stop. When I try to write, I find myself bursting with stories of you -...

The New If someone jumped I’d jump into the warm whatever of mid- May I’d not leap as the maneuver’s overused– I understand these liminal...

DANGEROUS BREED i was mauled by a dangerous breed in the Burger King carpark left me maimed, disfigured for life may as well been a...

“The pied au gratin is magnificent,” the waiter caws. “What sort of foot?” the husband squawks. “Free-range, organic,” the waiter caws....

At the tender age of 6 The pastor I saw every Sunday- The one with a booming voice And a blinding Cheshire grin- Spoke from a...

The license plate on the garage wall once belonged to a farmer named Harold who suffered from hemorrhoids and didn’t love his wife. Every...

Violoncello In a Wednesday subway train, undulating, the fresh boyfriend tucks his girl in the U his hands make supported against the...

“In the produce department, everything is dying, but there are two things still living— can you name those two things?” The district...

I Hate Dreams A synaptic celluloid that burns after every frame. Vivid realities inhabited/ experienced Constructed curiosities unwanted/...

instead of allowing myself to be happy I keep trying to find you exploring the tight curves of bell peppers, your laugh echoing within...

Maybe this is not a good day to write you but I will write you anyway. My son, you are a boy. Your heart is made like cheese, it goes...

The slant The revocation of his voice We are revoking his voice from society His poet's piercing and longing Song of how things really...

Distant Rumble The child could hear the highway As he lay awake at night The distant rumble filled him with wonder Where were they all...

There is nothing about the dirt-smeared past that debates can’t rise from but people are now distracted with the argument that this...

they journey together, on the breaths of winter blinking under streetlights, in twilight intricate, in their remarkable essence it’s...

Darling (Always) What lies behind those inscrutable eyes, darling? The longer I watch you gravitate towards that which glitters, the more...

I was talking to a friend of mine. It was early but we were both late out And we mouthed at the reflection In the other's eyes. And as we...