Of Readiness or Slowness in Speech
So long have I neglected the bottle sweating on the table that it resembles a crime scene, the dead man not yet realizing he is dead. It’s all my…
Ekphrasis on the Cover of There Is No Enemy
We’re made of weeds blue as empty homes. I left alone from where the old fires barely burn, slid through the night like the front lawn was a road.…
Anti-Sonnet b/w Ars Poetica (7” Series #1)
I’ve read the poems suggesting we listen to the slow trees, the slower stones, the much much slower stars. But what if silence was what they meant? Quiet. Not…
A Story of the Lips
1. At Kmart, I ask Dad if it’s OK only girls grace the packaging of the Lip Smacker chapsticks he’s about to buy—Coco Loco, Blissful Berry, Wicked Grape— three…
Poem Going Rogue
Because the mind wants to be not on time for once, off the books, unaccounted for, yearns for a soft landing from a precarious interior cliff. The mind wants…
if the Maya played a game
trying to get a ball through a stone hoop or trying to keep the ball in the air perhaps reenacting the creation myth or keeping the sun and moon…