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When you came home for the first time like a thing I might keep, my father sweat out the kitchen with a whole ham. I […]

March 22, 2014

Even then, we were cold. Joseph knew it so he started a fire in the basement after dinner, our whole family watching The Godfather. We […]

March 22, 2014

You wore your disco pants and had me meet you at the gala where you robbed me of my money with a story about how […]

December 1, 2013

The birth of light is like this: A horizontal slice in the face of the black tunnel of the hallway that leads to the room […]

November 7, 2013

It’s a new day and I’m not leggy and unwilling. I’ve posted up next to some vertical surface. My face mysterious if cheerless. My butt […]

September 8, 2013

He ate honeyed flies and drank Tang before it was popular and Cezanne discovered the Poplar tree   He ran in the snow without shoes. […]

September 8, 2013

The first words of this poem are the and first, and then—words, and that is all there is.   A palm reflecting sunlight toward the […]

September 8, 2013

He dropped, stiff   in front of a new acquisition of contemporary decoupage.   The piece was mediocre.   She was wearing a shoelace tight […]

April 7, 2013

In the early evening, the light touching only the tops of the buildings, I lie in the shadows and watch   three crows flickering on […]

April 7, 2013

Organ grumble, coffee breath, altar flecked pale blue and gold (it is morning) and once the sermon’s over: This is my body, broken… Metaphors, metaphors. […]

April 7, 2013

he told me to put on my work clothes so i took his black and red checked flannel that hung in the garage, pulled it […]

February 17, 2013