“The Stink,” “Nearly Empty,” “Heal Thyself,” and Other Poems
The Stink The sewer’s backed up again there’s a pond in the dirt road out the front door septic days and hectic dreams at night the books are still…
“Hanging Laundry,” “The Whale,” and “No Fun Anymore”
Hanging Laundry Hanging laundry on the line like Ritchie Valens’ mother when she heard on the radio his plane went down and no survivors Hanging…
Her Special Place
There is a special place in her neighborhood community park where Ami Xochitl-Nigeria-Rubenstein-Ferrol does her daily meditation. She is a very…
The Last Fariseo
I’m sitting here in Hermosillo at my little table on the patio with the spiders and the ants. It’s the Catholic holy time, Lent, March 24th. The…
“A Puerto Peñasco Specialty,” “Hermosillo Blues,” and “Notes from Hermosillo”
A Puerto Peñasco Specialty We made love in the hot little room of La Roca, #12 (where Al Capone stayed) then bandaged your knees and walked down to…
“A Bag of Hands,” “Bonne Journee,” “The Tao of Poop,” and Other Poems
A Bag of Hands Jalisco, Mexico. In a black plastic bag: 12 severed hands removed from their owners, for thievery, por rateros, and put in this bag,…
“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…
“Poem for Bearded Wizard 231,” “After Listening to an Interview with Amy King in Which She Read Her Poem ‘Wings of Desire’ and Nearly Sprained Her Arm Patting Herself on the Back,” “A Poem Written by a Cranky Old Fart,” and Other Poems
Poem for Bearded Wizard 231 For a shadow-being, it’s bizarre how you know everything about everything proselytizing to social media’s lower orders…
“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,…
