Wet Ghost City

poetry
  Back in Seattle’s sloshy+++glopped winter months,+++I’d lean my Boulevard round the rain-glittered+++pizza-joint neon lights,+++the lonely hug-starved waiting politely for buses,+++the frustrated gusts+++of frost from the bay, like one would…

Fill My Holes

poetry
  Jab Inject Jab Inject Jab Inject Feel something other than blood leaking into your veins, a prickle or burn on the skin, sometimes just the cold sensation—like the condensation…

New Features

poetry
++++ Other people see their parents’ features— ++You have your father’s early greying hair ++You have your mother’s nose crinkle ++You have your uncle’s bellowing, shaking laugh And feel at…

Poem as Lap Dance

poetry
  With her words naked before you, slide the author’s name into your mouth, mount her stanza, nipple the rhyme. The line ending gets you so close. Tongue the simile…

Ode to Meatloaf

poetry
  Here’s to the metal bowl, the beef, the egg, the oats, my mother’s teary eyes as she chopped the onion, to her glowing veiny hands squeezing everything together, the…

the open vale of my X

poetry
    When they see me testosterone gluts their blood and they cannot look away They want to meet me If they get the chance they find me intelligent and…

German Shepherd

poetry
+++ The bone of a girlhood wish      +++ivory smooth & shining ++++++That I will always   be alone           +++like you & everyone   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Once…

The Minding of Business

poetry
  Once again, some of us are overreacting. We’ve looked in the mirrors again. The heads we invited to sit in on our meeting have begun rolling contagiously all over…

Tenderness Exercise

poetry
  Create in your mind a room with the capacity to hold an infinite audience. Create in this room a site of relief for the human heart. You may slurp…

In Paradise: All Come by Chance

poetry
  Here, we are always alone at one time and before another. We’ve come by chance, and clatter in, with a surprising strength and with exceptional good nature. Pure and…

Pool Season

poetry
  Now, in swimsuits, ready for the public waters, we float inside inflatable stars, starfish, airships, false fins, easily deflated. Imagine what we are, what we might be. Amphibious. Of…