September 12, 2022
One Entrance But a Hundred Thousand Exits
I tried to write a pantoum poem about the repetition of my days I thought the repetition involved in the form would echo the repetition of my days…
September 6, 2022
“The Namby-Pamby Poetry Prize, Two Thousand and Whatever” and “Dead at the Apollo”
The Namby-Pamby Poetry Prize, Two Thousand and Whatever When faced with the depiction of the judge, to transfer $20 seemed unwise.…
September 4, 2022
“Minor Planet 1980 RE1,” “Constellations,” and “The Law of Conservation of Mass”
Minor Planet 1980 RE1 for SOPHIE i’ve replayed the scene in my mind so many times: you’re on the balcony, gauze curtains peeled back to expose your…
September 2, 2022
“Nineteen Ways of Considering Female Rape Fantasies,” “The Middle-Aged, Over-Ripe Woman, Who Used to Be Seriously Hot, and a Seriously Hot Mess, a Real Firecracker, as They Say, Settles in to Write a Poem,” and “Post-Pimp Restaurant, a Love Story”
Nineteen Ways of Considering Female Rape Fantasies for Karla Francis Smith, 1976-2003, and Jami Liz Macarty Wanting what she cannot want, what…
August 29, 2022
“Natives,” “The Island of the Fire Giants,” and “Rejection Letter”
Natives My street is home to everything from a dog hotel to a train station to a rowing club to a care home for old East Berlin drunks. The care home…
August 26, 2022
“Making Friends as an Adult is Hard” and “Don’t Tongue the Royal Croaker”
Making friends as an adult is hard My two-year-old son believes he can catch the sparrows. He flaps his arms. The birds cock their heads as if to say…
August 25, 2022
Trouble on Somerset
He’s out, With London, Hitting, Some of, Their, Usual spots, His London, Looking, So happy, They turn, Right, On Somerset, A fairly, Regular thing,…
August 24, 2022
“Collaboration,” “Trees,” “Chupa-Ku, Volume XIV: No. 66-70,” and “Five Sitchin Quatrains, Part II”
Collaboration sometimes a zombie is like a vampire infecting by biting humans like you but a zombie can walk in the sunlight something most vampires…
August 23, 2022
“Don’t Slap My Face,” “Dusk to Dark to Dawn,” and “The Turkey Vultures”
Don't Slap My Face It was in late summer, the last time I would ever see her. I came to the city for a few days--- the city where I grew up, the city…