On Acoustics

poetry
  People are less likely to help each other in loud cities, the ecologist said. To describe a silence, identify first what it’s not: the parade marching beyond the window,…

Tin Man Goes to a Rave

poetry
  If I had skin, I’m sure everyone here would be jealous of it. I’ve learned over the years that you can still hear a heart beating through the sound…

Diagram of My Epidermis

poetry
  canopy// I lay in the dark of my childhood bedroom, hungry for a woman—for linked arms, grins with all our teeth, and howling at a movie projector moon.  …

Rabbit in a Snowstorm

poetry
  It’s 3:10 in the morning and again, I am thinking About nothingness. I do not know how to stop. My mother said I am a man trapped inside a…

Gratitude Journal

poetry
  At the town council meeting, they want to hold the sun accountable for night. Yes, let’s invent a better fence. Yes, let’s deem the teens gliomas on society. Who…

Digging deep

poetry
  I kept staring at the pond that led to our front door entrance. As the koi fish swam, I noticed that the one I named Ephemeral had finally disappeared.…

Rothko Theology

poetry
  Untitled (Black on Gray), 1970 In time, the sky devoured the hill, freeing three shades of darkness from the trees. I woke you, carried you to the window, so…

Scrutinies

poetry
  You know tomorrow is the Woman at the Well, my mother says on the phone, meaning I know you’re not going and you haven’t been. You can’t just barge…

On Me Such Legs Are Left

poetry
now, imagine all the women healed— when you heal, part of the earth heals I wanted to drag my father’s family out into the street make them listen to their…

Prayer

poetry
  for lost causes like the gravity of granola in mornings. The heaviness of missing bacon fat. Or the folds of you when you stretched on top of me then…