By • March 23, 2012
Ours by not being ours.
Saturday mornings with the guys
he’d tell bed-sheet war stories.
I’d ask something like how’d she taste anyway
and we’d crack all into …
By • March 23, 2012
That Lover in the mirror—
If he is my second-half I wonder.
I talk to you and you talk to me;
I wave my hand and you …
By • March 23, 2012
The respirator hummed and clicked away
a percussion ensemble, beating the rhythm of life
Hurooooom-click Hurooooom-click
She lay wrapped in her favorite linens
The warm embrace of her …
By • March 23, 2012
The gentle bird flies the earth
In search of what is right
It glides among the most beautiful things
But never stays the night
Everyone knows this gentle …
By • March 23, 2012
unsteady – but not quite anxious – from the limp of this
deck furniture’s scuff-addled vantage, this small, prefab balcony’s
whitewashed aluminum rails: strobe-frames the inflatable …
By • March 23, 2012
I cannot think of anything worse than being born into this world as a slug. It’s because of this that I kill any slug …
By • March 23, 2012
The windows shook and rattled as the over-powering winds off the Atlantic Ocean blew inwards towards the rickety old cabin she had since long …
By • March 23, 2012
She could never quite figure it out:
did the link descend to the left or the right?
how big was the loop?
and an ear—just like that?
At …
By • March 23, 2012
Jean-Pierre ran down the hot streets, his boots clacking on cobblestone beneath him. People were shouting all around him, attracting more and more people …
By • March 23, 2012
Too easy. It was too easy. A ladder lead us to the roof; a quick kick sent it down and hid it in the …
