There’s an oriental rug in my backyard
and I’m writing an ekphrastic poem. The poem is inspired from a piece currently in exhibition at…
and I’m writing an ekphrastic poem. The poem is inspired from a piece currently in exhibition at…
I know what you’re thinking – the faces over the bon fire are a sort…
My secrets are the sad work of a wanted poster. A history exposed like an…
My skin is spending the summer stateside with my idea of you, my idea of…
It’s always my birthday. The shaved legs of all my guests. We have sex with…
I am very happy to report that my first collection of poems, Snowmen Losing Weight,…
In your eyes a traffic light, a backyard of paperbacks, a Home Depot. In your…
we still like to imagine them as a high school dance, everyone forever attaching and…
We were nervous inside the evening, our breath triggered tiny cloud after tiny cloud. The…
There is a lake on the moon on fire. I hold your hand and try…