I stretch into tree pose,
reach for the short light
June at the Abyss
A is going around telling
our friends I’m falling in love.
Ripe Now
My word for the year is savor—
as in this ripe Anjou pear,
wild goose chase, a self-portrait
views through balistraria arrow loop loopholes arrowslit the way ruins fall
Read moreWe Need Love Stories
Especially our own: so I’ll start with a bonfire
sometime before I met you, winter solstice
Things I Believed in Opdyke, Illinois
Famous people die in threes.
Bacon grease goes in a coffee can under the sink.
My Cotton Pickin Story
After a lavender scented bath
I pick up a new purple colored panty
What would it be like
to live my whole life
in the warm sun
Haibun
Everyone here goes to the Wawa, she says. She’s a seventh-generation Texan.
Read moreAbeyance
Rounding the corner I saw them, down the block
strangers in dark overcoats and thick winter hats
Unspoken: Behind the Rhetoric at a Joint Session of Congress
Did you know lions can tiptoe like ballerinas?
Did you know if you say “monsters” to little kids they will cry?
Use This Bedding... For What?
I (or any number of people)(customers)
received a product labeled with
Top Notes of Past Trauma
Four years later—February remains stunted
a mix of dark mud and chocolate. I have found
do you remember me?
the angry ball of flesh
jumping for hours
Contemplation IX
Am I afraid of the dark?
Read moreWhat if
What if we all spoke tree,
a love language across the planet?
for fun?
Still good for splitting
bolts into quarters; tong lift to
What Would I Want if I Had Twelve Wishes?
Constant anachronism.
Read moreScoogie
I meet my neighbor,
walking his little white dog.
Is Aging Normal?
Mind wants to say yes
but wait