Poetry
What if we kissed at the Yankee Candle flagship store
and at the Holiday Inn tennis courts, and the law office that used to be a Pizza Hut? What if we convened in the parking lot of our town’s dead mall at midnight? Pretended to be...
Visit
Tuesday, June 25th The boys will run naked when they get here like Lord of the Flies. Concrete streets are all they know. Clean air will flow up their noses here. Wildflowers & roses are growing...
Nocturne for a Lottery Ticket Man
So what if the night shakes out its loneliness like a woman airing blankets and you crouch in a pool of desklamp light with your pencil and your glass of wine, the day shooting through you in a...
From a Medieval Central Asian Priest’s Son to An Imam’s Daughter
In the beginning was the word and every word was you As love turned flesh among us and reality came true. Eternity burst open like a sinner’s door to heaven. Our hands became the blasphemy of...
How Often You’ve Been Captured in the Background of Someone Else’s Photo, Selfie or Group, & Have Never Known
There’s a 42 year old monument in Georgia that gives instructions in 8 languages for how to rebuild society after an undefined apocalyptic event, because who can guess the ways...