February 16, 2022
“Soup,” “Anal Warts,” and “No Poetry”
Soup “Holy shit,” I remark, “a lot of money for soup.” The glasses-wearing shaven- head guy behind the cash register asks “you want your money back?”…
February 10, 2022
“The Fly and the Wild Boys,” “His Toxic Masculinity,” and “Invisible Doubt”
The Fly and the Wild Boys The fly was lonely, or suicidal, or both. Bad habits to have in my too-small apartment. It had left me in peace while I…
February 9, 2022
“Graffiti Alley” and “Our Nation”
Anxiety peels back my skin Alone in the crowds of ignorance Forced to confront the demons… life feeds me the same indigestible meal feast on what the…
February 7, 2022
“Friday the 13th,” “Time Twist,” and “Portrait of Push Mower Nana”
Friday the 13th The lady cracks. She gazes in the mirror, hears the glass shatter. A crack. The fissure follows a ditch, part of her body in it. She…
February 6, 2022
Alone and Used
Someone left this glass of wine on the bench. Can I drink it? Who knows why it was left alone. Maybe Two lovers sat down and had a great time, And…
February 5, 2022
“Our Nightmares” and “Survival”
Our Nightmares Long before now; When the grasses prayed for rain, They danced beautifully to the pour of peace, And true love grew like flowers in…
February 3, 2022
“The Alchemist in the House,” “Her Favorite Album,” “Immigrant’s Song,” and Other Poems
The Alchemist in the House My father studied alchemy through a mail order course, (before the internet) burning chemicals and melting down scraps of…
February 1, 2022
“Welcome to Charleyville,” “Dancing in the Streets of Kogane-chō,” and “Quickie II Ti and Fast Food Restaurant”
Welcome to Charleyville Monochromatic in…
January 28, 2022
“Change Subtle,” “Breaking,” and “Conflicted”
change subtle he stares up at me with a bemused smile as i stand nearly at the top of an aluminum ladder cleaning gutters relentless wind and rain…
January 24, 2022
“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…