Affliction An echo chamber of endless voices– feeding delusions–you say–I live in–live with. Of what kind–I am not certain. Only you can...

Prayer Mahfuza, your body is my rosary I observe you and my prayer is done In any prayer other than yours My body is not cowed in such...

Your wings so fast you blur across my yard. Your body no more than an inch long, a blend of bee and moth, though neither bee nor moth....

murmuration i drew a bead, wings of carnival glass plumage, he summoned a cloudburst of starlings for his eulogy where to find the...

Hecate All this happens on my pillow – here travellers lay down their dreams, asking me to break them open. And I do, spread them out on...

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...