“Proserpina,” “Five Thousand Cancers,” “Damocles,” and “Two Cannibals in a Blackout”

Proserpina The blood of old idioms climb my suffering like ivy / feral words that slide from my mouth sound just like you, impersonating the…


“Fish Head,” “The Bone Balloon,” “Appellation D’Origine Contrôlée,” and Other Poems

Fish Head The two halves of one face zipped Together, coccyx to C1 Hold pensively taut as a dried leaf Fish hanging from a clothes horse outside A…


“Sometimes it Yips Back,” “The Feast and the Beast,” “Silly Love Poems,” and “Writing is Easy”

Sometimes it Yips Back A 2019 response to Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl” I.…


“When There’s Killing,” “Don’t Wake Me,” “The Stopwatch Writes,” and Other Poems

When There's Killing He knows it's not a fairytale world in which pigs dance, cows sing. He's grown into his father's toughness and his wile's…


“Understudy,” “Birds and a Basketball Court,” “Out to See,” and Other Poems

Understudy You imagining every Craigslist missed connection as something you wrote, reaching out to find a future (not past) version of yourself.…


“Pollock Paints ‘Reflection of the Big Dipper,'” “Because There is No Such Thing as a Post-War Poem,” “In the Real World,” and Other Poems

pollack paints 'reflection of the big dipper' the sun too bright on saturday afternoon and nothing i say worth believing listen i love you i'm……


“Short-Cuts: Quatrains of Fear, Volume I (1-3),” “Slave,” “Walt-Mart,” and “A Sonnet for Elvira, Mistress of the Macabre: No. 11”

Short-Cuts: Quatrains of Fear, Volume I (1-3) Finding out was the easy part of it Explaining how it was done will take time After all, you did want…


Generation Broken Home

I can recall a time when kids as young as five were throwing up the middle finger screaming profanities a generation raised by the Talmudivision Or…


“Tessa’s Marionette” and “The Liar’s Bench”

Tessa's Marionette She doesn’t paint her fingernails like I still do. Her band aid covered hand slithered across the cheap ink in my arms. I always…


Excerpts from Paris Spleen by Charles Baudelaire

translated by Burl Horniachek and Ian McMillan XI. The Wild Woman and the Fine Lady Really, my dear, you exhaust me without measure or pity. To hear…