[ Poetry ]
Inventory of What Still Moves Somewhere the lungs are still doing their small, unremarked work. Somewhere a pulse keeps its appointment with the dark side of the wrist.
“We haven’t seen you a while, Come home” Sorry mami no The textbooks have just uncuffed me Idleness a luxury I shouldn’t presume Duties the hands on a …
Welcome to the woolen nest of my heart A tiny airhole opened to the brisk wind of a new year A little oxygen to feed the fire And …
THE PLURALISM OF MANHATTAN Don't you know a joke when you hear one? These are disparate voices too.
(For Renee Nicole Good, murdered on Jan. 7, 2026) Fuckin' bitch Had some nerve Fuckin' bitch Pissed me off Fuckin' bitch Thought she was better than me Fuckin' …
The youthful sunset, albedo pale, and crumpled. hacking up rainbow polymer, microscopic acrylic aerosols.
your MIAMI sweatshirt reads I MAIM in the mirror but i don’t think you meant it one of those tricks that light plays sometimes how catfish in a …
dating Tom Wambsgans if he worked at Famous Footwear and had to walk to work, and sometimes made noises at birds. they just stand there and look at …
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 …
STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE FOOTHOLDS ON LUGGAGE Bustling check-in desk, suited men. Orderly queue – duty free sake.
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 Briny martini’s are just too grown up for me. I need to have something sweet after.
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 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? 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 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 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 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 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, …
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 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) Unadulterated niff of excess. A Sun Myocardial infraction Immolating – lurks.
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 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 …
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– …