[ Poetry ]


One League Out From Land; Men in Vans
ONE LEAGUE OUT FROM LAND Do you go to heaven or hell or just stay in the box? the home health aide mumbled around Nana’s bed. Pulled the top sheet …
A Child’s Guide 3
STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE FOOTHOLDS ON LUGGAGE Bustling check-in desk, suited men. Orderly queue – duty free sake.
3 “No one mentions her” poems
Another painting in La Galería Nacional In a change of tone so complete I dropped my chocolate milk which splashed hideously across my tennis shoes and caused a …
Untitled & Untitled 02
Untitled Briny martini’s are just too grown up for me. I need to have something sweet after.
Two Poems
Bellicose, Varicose Brains -For Ashby Logan Hill -To be read to “Beautiful but Stupid” by Peter Brötzman *** Rock and rail, rambler, randomly reticent and rageful. Wriggle your …
Storm Warning; Breastroke
Storm Warning A cold grain of sand shuttles towards me, grips a lonely follicle with its sticky bulk. The bleached beach glares one sun beam to the wooden hull, heats …
How to be an Artist?; the day of equal light
How to be an Artist? I feel trapped by my language, and don’t know what to do, because each and every day, I serve overpriced plates of fried …
public beach and s is for negation
public beach you pull blades of grass twist them bow ties afraid to swim show your body I fall waves glide dumb eyes shut you sit on …
Action; Angel Wings; Dance with Death; The Stream in the Meadow
Action At the Fiesta Lanes Bill bowled a strike. He jumped up and down and went back and took his seat near his Chesterfield smoldering in a tray.
“Fisheye”
Fisheye under the ceiling you theorize what? subatomic vibrations clad to your knees Billy with two carrots in his mouth dipping into the water, dipping back from the …
The Little Red House on the Avenue
The house I grew up in was red, and then one day, it was not. You painted it a yellowy shade of cream, and said it looked better, newer, …
Jumpscare
after Gram & Emmylou I saw my devil he had a beer gut and an erection. I saw my angel she had a beer gut and a harp.
city love poem; letter to a friend
city love poem he sees me running for the train, breath bursting, eyes manic, the glow of words saying south ferry ten minutes away. we make eye …
PAUSE (11-15)
PAUSE (11) Unadulterated niff of excess. A Sun Myocardial infraction Immolating – lurks.
Venting Frustration on the Baseball Field, When the gods Retire (Willie Mays as a Met)
Venting Frustration on the Baseball Field When Roger Clemens, perhaps snapping in some steroidal spasm, Smoldering in combativeness, as if lathered in some tribal custom, Threw the barrel of …
the blue crab, runa the wise, a profile
the blue crab my father wasn’t interested in tennis or painting or gardening the only hobbies that interested him were ones that could make you money my father …
rubble sun
Lineal for the children & mothers in gaza The babies the babies covered in young as blood roses unopened clamor for their mothers ,a breast in their clutch– …
Luigi’s penthouse
Luigi Lefty’s barkeep where I met him on the nude beach Zipolite, Oaxaca Two thousand fourteen Big Italian went chest first no shirt and drank from the bottle ran drugs …
Lefty’s tender side
Hey Lefty Lefty’s eyes went queasy then wet as good pussy This is Mom said the voice on the phone Tears sprang from Lefty’s face Tarantino leer quavered …
Another Hiding Place
lilac draped courtyard, melancholy compost, spousal tongue erects blockades— the I (eye) tires of the restrictive, familiar imagery— swampy masses, yellow nerves seeking, rebinding our mutual human/animal connection— …
For you Sam, Favorite books
For you Sam Sam calls it this human experiment I ripped off the phrase It features in the opening story of my book Which I sent to Sam Who read …
an act of kindness
i hunger for the moment of entry for expansion yielding all pretense all carefully constructed indifference to a muted question of permission may? i?
subjugation, not safe
subjugation wait, i can explain -- i used to be feral, chewing raw meat with sugary teeth, sucking on a carcass during sleepless nights, trying to fend off boars and …
Sunny, Confused, Ice Cream
Sunny And now the sun appears – an arrogant schoolboy staring through my window – What am I doing? Just looking.
Nostalgia, Overland
Nostalgia Tidal rapids. The current was too strong.