What you want from the center of the flower would be considered extortion
& I have a headache.
I want to make you sick so you can feel how I feel.
No oth...
There was a perfect “V”
in the front yard sidewalk,
two slabs of white concrete
dug into the earth,
bordered by dirt and sod
when the summer rains hit,...
You're going to cry on the train
again. What city rails haven’t been
slicked with your sadness?
Charter bus, airplane, no polyester
velvet seat is safe...
Advice comes in two kinds: that which looks good in calligraphy, and that which stabs. One is eat-pray-love and it’s bullshit. Keep a dream journal. Swallow the...
the rationalists speak of a mystery
something they can’t solve
that imbues our natural history
and drives us to evolve
it’s the Dark Universe
made up of Da...
The scale trade emerged as a promising enterprise due to European demand for hats made from lake monster pelts. Two men established a mobile trading post. The H...
The musician at the deserted bar gets up to do his usual Sunday set from six p.m. to midnight. In his early 70s, he’s been doing this for the last 50 years, onl...
The snow
shoved off
by a plow
fills in the
ditch now,
over where I’d
seen a wild dog
sleeping for
weeks. On the
drive home the
night is dark like
sap...
holding my fate in both my hands
waiting for captain
waiting for orders
overboard i must and will be thrown
oh let me fly to my duties lord
revenants of ...
After Sonnet 59
William,
In this miracle composed of your frame,
I am here writing over your sonnet in spring 2022.
On my TikTok feed someone is trying to...
I. Adjustment Disorder
How is being well-adjusted not just settling at best
And lacking empathy at worst
Like those people who suddenly think
We all...
A carnival prize torn open in a field, little fuzzes everywhere. A concrete mixer on the back of a truck whirring lazily. A suboptimal play in a board game. A f...
I
Wanting
Spending
And nothing more
Cash in brown envelopes
At the end of evenings behind the bar
Spent on the other side of other bars
Clothes
Drinks...
What’s going to change in the next 10 years?
How will you use your gifts?
What choices will you make?
If we want to be understood,
maintain a firm grasp o...
The monkey alarm bangs its cymbals every morning at 6:30
for two and a half minutes straight. I walk to work
through a field of white picket fences and bo...
life’s a slowly winding
theme park line on a
warm, overcast day, but
just as you reach the front
the Earth implodes
and you don’t even
get a chance ...
there is music on speakers & there are birds chirping in trees & somewhere within these songs, amidst their inherent celebration, their borderline eupho...
Headline from National Public Radio // 3 March 2020
Buckshot with red spots, our world limps
into autumn. If I look at the map on the TV
close enough I can s...
For Daphne Blake, Scooby Doo (2002)
If I could wear
knee-high
purple boots
today I
would not
be the damsel
in distress
to my own
heartbeat. I’d
be a g...
Motels are made for poets. Or maybe they’re the result of a world without them. Creviced streams collecting leaves and remnants of gas station binges. Long crum...
I’m going
to write
a holy book
on waiting.
The first verse
on the seconds
between
not facing
and facing,
the second
on your
eyelid-dark
swing of hai...
The way Ben’s hand swept across JLo’s ass,
polishing her like a truck he’d just bought,
his skin smooth, his teeth spotlight white.
The JLo back then wore ne...
I once tumbled down two entire flights of stairs while exiting a Metromover station in Miami and no one offered to help me up. Before boarding the train today, ...