Category: Poetry

Generation

Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue—
In the picture I have of you, Melts in the wall.???
The idiot
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot,
your root,

I never could tell where you—
Put your foot—
For the hearing of my heart—
It really goes.

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Four Poems

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING One time when I was walking down the street, I saw Kenneth Branagh. I said, Hey! Kenneth Branagh! I loved your adaptation of _Much Ado About Nothing_! And your work in _Wild Wild West_! I mean … Read More

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How to Live in a Single

“5. Spot your ex-roommates on campus. Remember their erratic sleep patterns, what they looked like in the mornings. The sounds of their alarms. They’ll ask, how’s the single? You say, great…”

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Haikus for Friends

Love, in so many syllables.

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Fable

You wake up and the woman is gone. You wake up and the woman is on her hands and knees, keening Do you know where my eyes are? I can’t find them. You look and look. The expanse above her … Read More

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Astrology

Tonight, the highway is singing beneath us.

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Liberation

“We prepare to reap regrets sown / years ago.”

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Go on

Before leaving the stage for the last time the dancer takes off
her feet.

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The Man in My Oven

“maybe he is going to march / across our room and pull the / pins out of my heart”

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Reflections from the Backlog —

“There’s always summer to/think/realize/laze./There’s always summer/and the year after that/and the year after that/and the year after that/and the rest of our lives.”

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Two Poems

Things you have lost to the wind:

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Effect of Fog

“I can’t wake up from the things I wanted– / I can’t ever bring myself to come clean.”

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