The Baby Sparrow
By • September 7, 2012
A baby sparrow got caught in the rain
She lies on the pavement—the sidewalk
The Baby Sparrow
It’s humid now, the clouds are feather grey.
She opens one …
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Layovers
By • September 6, 2012
I remember that time,
we were lying on the floor
and Anthony Bourdain was drinking Japanese whisky
on the television.
You looked so peaceful,
wide-eyed at his debauchery,
soft, upturned …
It’s High School Science For Me
By • March 30, 2012
First you learn all the kingdoms and phylums and classes
And orders and families and species and genuses
Slowly you’ll learn how and wherefore and why …
Bixi
By • March 30, 2012
I am still afraid of speed
(Except that, secretly, I find it kind of fun)
It was in our hometown,
Last summer double-riding,
he stopped so suddenly and …
Something Shameless
By • March 23, 2012
To write a bad poem and mean
It, in love, is something shameless
That tells a laughing at, a proverbial
Fit, that to reject is not to …
GLASSON BAR
By • March 23, 2012
St. Sunday becomes the bloom of my eye;
we follow on highs and smoky nights,
in bars, the sidewalk, the silver rain.
Then again, I help myself …
ours by not beings ours
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 …
The Lover in the Mirror
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 …
Betty
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 …
The Gentle Bird Weeps
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 …
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