Category: Poetry

I know how best not to dream at night. No matter how much I sweep I know the dust remains in the air. I live, necessarily, without a picture of the hole behind my eyes. I speak quietly all the …

Heavy-hearted & auricular, her etymologies spank with gristle the lorgnette sternum of the islander, Carabao. “Ugh,” snorts he, at the uncalled-for jab, his kinetic masculinity undiluted. How pleasingly shaped is this trickster, Melancholia, her acrobatic mammalian periodicity, her mementoes that …

Just for the day, let’s pretend that you don’t know me and I don’t owe you. We’ll happen upon each other like guests at the inn’s central table over lattes. Shy eyes and low hellos and the gently turned down sheet of backstory that is suddenly unfamiliar as the torn out map …

The calendar page, unturned, Reads April. How long would it take the others to notice? Am I the only one here who marks time? But the quarantine has lasted six weeks now And May snuck up on me, as well. …

We come to Medina. We come to nostalgia, the memories we hold and the arms that neglected us when we were children. Annie remembers blue fireworks on her ninth birthday. Greg remembers meeting Woody Hayes and his silver glasses on …

It’s a sweatpants day Phil launches the football into my memory the slant of the light there is red, not the red of a match-just-struck but something cleaner where runs always crunch into quarter sand what we forgive is the …

meets every Thursday night across from the pizza joint and the all-night gas station. One-by-one, they enter a run-down strip mall space and suck in the flavored-smoke slinking off the incense stick. Behind the industrial-glass door, the coven gathers in …