Poetry

Ones & Zeroes The doe’s belly ripples, then a placental hoof or kneepokes her skin from inside out. She watches me watch her,  browsing for a...

Dear Belle From you I know | all blue dresses are wishes for yellow gowns that twirl in captive arcs | a mezzo-soprano’s gasp can sweep the...

Lift I’m losing my edge—the doctor says my spine is disappearing  from the inside out. I’m not surprised. Lately  I feel less and less between my  rib and the kingfisher at the...

Before the World Was on Fire I want to remember the big silliness, the nightwe weren’t even that drunk or stoned and ranoutside, smack into...

What I Mean —inspired by Michael Ondaatje’s The Collected Works of Billy the Kid When I say sonofabitch sonofabitch what I mean is Don’t go, I will miss you. When...

Meteor, April 2020 In the year of our plague, we saw a light. Like a plane onfire, west in the sky, just after sunset when...

Improv First I’m scorched earth & thenforever after I’m brook-choked-with-ash. Even  when I’m spring meadow I’m stillsooty-snow-pile-behind-Sam’s-Club or if I’m lucky  just leaf-blower-ruckus-up-the-street. The producergrumbles into his...

Root "The word “anger” has a strange root: it is etymologically related to “angina” and “hangnail.”  I bought a new knife, sliced an onion through its...

Wizened I am part star remnant,yes, but I am all turncoat body.   Occasionally I forget howfrail the bones are.Though I do remember that we like to...

Joy Which lives in the throat.Which, silenced, becomes a plum or a firework.Which bugles oxygen into every synapse.Which brings forth daffodils.Which, when confronted with a...