“Whelking It,” “Lockdown Artist,” and “Snowglobe”

Whelking It We crawled inside the pretty pink conch shell we were invited to follow one another the loudest voice leading us down the whirling tunnel…


“As Bad as it Feels Anymore,” “Endless Scars from Life,” and “Flowers That Never Bloom”

as bad as it feels anymore i come from a family where if you can fart and sneeze at the same time you are considered talented sadly, those awkward…


“1959,” “Replacing Mascots,” “Catgut Ribbons,” and Other Poems

1959 When I was four Robert Lowell declared it the skunk hour. Those waddling stinkers, of which I was one, only less hairy, surely, but just as…


“Collect,” “Morty Horse,” and “No Basura”

Collect I wanted a bloody fight. Billy unrecognizable. To know I could be the bullet. The severed line that carried his southern, inbred spits, and…


“Skins,” “Here,” and “Redemption”

Skins Gallery of grotesqueries whence names are staked as pilgrims blameless to manifest that destiny, hands out hand me downs. Accompanied,…


Chemistry

My feet always smell. That’s the problem. My wife says I am running on fumes. She says she is being asphyxiated. She says she is choking. I say……


“In Exile,” “Play Solitaire,” and “The Side of the Road”

In Exile Here, in exile. A place less wanted But there is a kind of wan peace--- A sameness of days and nights That become the next And the next As I…


“Westylvania’s Ghost Town” and “A Summer Drive”

Westylvania's Ghost Town June Green trees on rolling Appalachian hills Double wides. Little red brick farmhouses. Amish built barns 30 years in…


“Blind Vines,” “When I Think of You,” “The Groundling,” and Other Poems

Blind Vines We are blind vines,             Spiraling, grasping,…


“Superstitious Woman,” “Facing the Dark Corner,” “A Blunt Weapon,” and “A Very Happy Neighborhood”

superstitious woman In the morning she jerked him off and had him cum in the cups of her bra and then he watched as she put it on and went about the…