A Passenger’s View, Tuesday’s Commute, and Other Poems
Like a pocket watch Reflecting lights in Sears, The stars’ sovereign presides over A fixed desert’s moisture. The jagged, sloping…
Like a pocket watch Reflecting lights in Sears, The stars’ sovereign presides over A fixed desert’s moisture. The jagged, sloping…
Mallory: I dance as though fire cleanses me, my hips the rhythm of bullets while Mickey eats green pie. Just…
In a garden of weeds a worm recedes through red clay, covering itself with tender coats of treason and slithers…
For the past half century, I have never seen A single frog in this city, not even in the whole…
If Sam Axe died on USA's intense dramatic show, I would have cried for a character I always wanted to…
Three sisters that danced in the night That struck the snow bloody white One of anger, one of fright, one…
Some don't like poetry that's hard, dense like a Roman wall. Others had to learn ways through that wall, so…
The world rolled up to his feet like a soft wave, waiting, listening, and his words whisper across each crest.…
Face in a pillow to block out the roaring. Then a small radio became a womb; My tight stomach needing…
He’s got moves, but the music is all wrong for the occasion, doing his funeral dirge toe-drag at the wedding…