POETRY

“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
—Rita Dove
things they won’t tell you but should:

love is a soggy tea stain on a grocery receipt

There is an alternative universe

Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth,
cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.

Willpower

Live the rest of your life
from one worst case to another.

Welcome To The House of Static

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

Getting Postcards From a Piano Showroom

The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…

Lobster

I suffer visions and many indignities
while looking for the Lobster

Despairathon

You’ve spent a lifetime training
for this.

A Way of Seeing

Just starlight and some small scribbling across vinyl.

beach
On Undressing a Color / On Undressing a Girl

I imagine that undressing a color, though, would be so much like peeling a memory away from the grey and the white matter of your brain.

Dear Deer in the Compost Pile

I tap at the alphabet while a single deer
taps at the dirt beyond the brush
on the far side of the tree line.

The love of my life moved from portland to new england

He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.

First

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

Several someones

a folksome, gruesome opera
of gauze and malcontent.

painting of apple and grapes
Feast Of

anger, like you can sink teeth into, candy apple

All In

I don’t
know why
I’m in the garden
kneeling on dirt

[Zoetrope with Particulates in it and a Newborn]

and then her eyes fully opened — blazed through with strands of mud

i do not want to wait until it’s too late

the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.

heavy rain
The Plot

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

Clueless & Briefly Gorgeous

I buy too much, for someone of my stature.
could pawn a skinny metaphor to purchase a plump skin.
its reputed in our lineage— to daydream a life that shreds our pockets.