June 22, 2018
“Weather Not Permitting,” “Cat Lady,” and “Hometown, Ghost Town”
Weather Not Permitting The air is marbled with smoke The cremation of us all into clouds Us all raining down on our own parades By whatever means…
June 21, 2018
The Blood
(in memory of Edgar Allan Poe) A pool of blood from the battlefield congealed enough to stand "Revenge!" it cried and gripped a sword still held by a…
June 20, 2018
“A Geography of Friendship,” “Menus,” “Erect on Demand,” and Other Poems
A Geography of Friendship We are approaching new terrain, the darkened forests left far behind. On the right, one eyes a drop of several hundred…
June 19, 2018
“The Whistling Man,” “Black and White,” and “Soldier”
The Whistling Man Nobody knows what I did just five minutes ago and now I walk down the street and nobody knows ahead of me a well-dressed couple…
June 17, 2018
“Grandchild” and “Where God Stores Miscarried Souls”
Grandchild ---accurate in each fact Her birth tickled pink her four grandmothers. She was their first grandchild, their baby girl. Many hands…
June 16, 2018
“Strangers in the Sheets,” “Ode to the Deadlift,” “Sin-der,” and “Wedding Cake Foul”
Strangers in the Sheets And if we passed would you stop to say hello? Would I in turn not simply go? There but for the Grace... Of some forgotten…
June 15, 2018
“Enigma Billing,” “Imperative Song,” and “Climate Change”
Enigma Billing He didn’t often bill himself. His name evaporated off paper like smoke through a Vatican chimney. But today something slipped through…
June 13, 2018
Urbane Zoology, Wroth Anthropology
Now we see that last maggot-man, his kin shall not expire so long as Culture’s rotting corpse his gluttony inspires! Born in the foetid, urbane place…
June 11, 2018
“Diatribe,” “Treatise,” and “To My God in His Affliction”
Diatribe When the sister becomes a burden I drop her at the railroad tracks, her head a turquoise bauble. When the sister grows too heavy I take her…
June 10, 2018
“Graphophobia,” “Night View,” and “One Night in the Zika Zone”
Graphophobia One night a shapeless form gathers from the dark and jabs a knife into my brain, wounding the surface of thought. I huff out breath,…