To a Former Coworker Last I heard, you were living in the basement of a relative, alcohol in your hand, every clock-tick, a lawn-chair as your makeshift bed. I remember when you told me the story of the scar on... Continue Reading →
My stomach is remembering the cold cash tacos we ate swallowed by the horse landscape soothed by lashing rain & your soft/sweet compliments I wanted to be an orange red fire tree, wise and tired, ready for the boom/crash of... Continue Reading →
The Night of the Salmon-Go-Up-River Full Moon A full moon blesses this cooling-off July night, the farm, the black currants, the tin-roof barn, the Old Spot pigs. You and I snuggle under a comforter as the willow sways in eddied... Continue Reading →
One Goddamn Chance Maybe it was the time grandma found that starving stray, maybe it was that miserable cur that adopted her. She in a crisp nine yard saree, her diamond nose ring flashing in the summer sun and that... Continue Reading →
Fractures in Time When is a second not a second; a minute not a minute. Do you need minutes, to have seconds? Seconds; first love, a day at the beach, summer. Minutes; divorce, a day of rain, winter. Your last... Continue Reading →
While your husband is still able to stand you fasten the tabs by reaching around from behind, and your wrist is tickled by his hairy middle, while you lean in, close your eyes, and pause to smell the skin on... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 