“Why I’ll Never Be Invited to a Writer’s Conference,” “Imagine All the Forgotten Lives,” “The Cabbies,” and “The Plague”

Why I'll Never Be Invited to a Writer's Conference Fly into the sun teeny bopper fly into the sun rock star poet fly into the sun academic…


“My Fifteenth Year,” “Done to Death,” and “Notes from Hermosillo”

My Fifteenth Year I remember the schools of dead carp on the riverbank, the bonfires, the first booze and the first smoke rolling through me like…


Breakfast in Hermosillo

Natalia wakes up snotty. Coughing to beat the band, making a big show in the middle of the night. She reaches over, elbows me, touches my face. “Oh,…


Notes on the Tucson Poetry Festival

Tucson recently held its 35th annual Tucson Poetry Festival, sponsored by the University of Arizona. I didn't go. In the 20 years I lived in Tucson,…


“The Whale,” “Five Minutes Later He Blocks Me,” “Show Me a Cliché,” and Other Poems

The Whale He’s fifty-five years of smug blubber, a bored heir to a lucky fortune who can barely walk on the vestiges of his legs bumbling in the…


“After a 14-Hour Shift in the Cab,” “The Envelope with the Big Red Stamp,” “Making Sense is Old News,” and Other Poems

After a 14-Hour Shift in the Cab The fan hums at 5:31 p.m. and the humans are tired. The birds are cheered out and the flies fall like hollow…


“Marshmallow Parties,” “Jealous Rose,” “It’s Cool to Cry,” and Other Poems

Marshmallow Parties Most writers’ groups, workshops, Facebook pages “critical” discussions poetry blogs, etc. are like potluck parties where…


“Poormouth,” “I Hate Those People,” “My Poems Are Not My Children,” and Other Poems

Poormouth My dad always said, “Money doesn’t grow on trees!” The idea was that we were very poor but still he always had lawnmowers, weed-eaters,…


“The New Artists,” “Fine,” “As I Am,” and Other Poems

The New Artists They want to live as long as they’re protected, they want to be outlaws and rebels without giving up pensions or pools. They want…