“The Crane,” “Waiting for Snow,” “I Am Rome,” and Other Poems
The Crane After her brother’s passing she looked for communication signs, types of text messages from the underworld. Most often, she said, they come…
“Almost Halloween,” “Campfires in the Sky,” and “Crucifixion of the West”
Almost Halloween Almost Halloween. No Charlie Brown, No Snoopy, No Linus & The Great Pumpkin. No Norman Rockwell Halloween nostalgia. Instead, a…
“This is Just to Say” and “Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Canceling the West”
This is Just to Say The poetic tradition is lost like one of Little Bo Peep’s sheep. The universal is dead, stomped flat by narcissistic whining of a…
“Without a Mirror,” “Ticking,” “The Ides of March,” and Other Poems
Without a Mirror He is driving on a road, maybe in the Midwest, maybe the south, perhaps somewhere in Colorado. He doesn’t know, no one knows. The…
“What Time,” “Sol Invictus,” “Buffet,” and Other Poems
What Time These are the times when April as the cruelest month has been forgotten like that bad memory from years ago pushed aside to worship the…
“Marked,” “Bergman’s Truth,” “Ex Machina,” and Other Poems
Marked The first tattoo was a death head stitched into my left ass cheek after I had sex in a graveyard. Number two came after a binge a few years…
“Consumption,” “Bergman’s Island,” “Unrequited Harmony,” and Other Poems
Consumption All her life she has been eating herself. As a girl beginning with her feet where she washed the feet of others with her long hair. Only…
“Lot’s Wife in Prime Time,” “Bloodlines and Nuns,” “Berlin 1945,” and Other Poems
Lot's Wife in Prime Time Wheeled out in prime time, dusted off, makeup girls powdering her up from crusted toe to nose, Lot’s wife dug from the…
