Girl with Lilies Knockoff

poetry
  I exchanged two metal filing cabinets and twenty dollars for it. She responded to my post on an app that connects people interested in selling or trading within a…

The fermented words inside us

poetry
  Perched on a hill in Chobhar we planned to get drunk as usual and in the cold January night cicadas and frogs and grasshoppers cried as we heaved the…

legs legs legs!

poetry
  the lamp from A Christmas Story, every r. crumb cartoon, Rockettes, follies girls, choruses of high-kicking vamps whose disciplined haunches quake and gleam with rhinestones Busby Berkeley’s twirling human…

When I Think Back in Gapped Couplets

poetry
  Skateboarding was a gateway.             The VHS tapes looped us         into a world apart: Krylon and Rusto        flared walls     in Venice,        Cope2 bombs              in the…

Today

poetry
  I paddled on a lake between nature and nurture between longing for rain and a mallard taking a sort of bath a turtle basking on a dry rock that…

Breaking Home

poetry
  A broken house housebroken by the weight of boredom, waiting. Look into the bore domed in its stones, a window pane. The pain winnowed through mortar around the door,…

The Face of a New Storm

poetry
  —with a line by Fred Marchant There have always been storms. Earth born from storm. The landscape, a particular haunting. I flew toward the epicenter after many fled. Met…

Turning Toward

poetry
  All this talk of pre or post Freudian— the world operates like it does despite what we think. Our bodies are hunger, light, desire and lack of, in a…

The Tape-Recorder

poetry
  When my brain was a mass of static, I wanted a disembodied hand to creep through the door and cast its filmy glow across the walls of the attic…