Now I actually leave my room,  Every day, I hop on the black train,  No matter if it is sun or rain,  I lug…

When I was young, I drew sculptures on the beach, holding tight against reckoning waves, In bold ignorance of all to come they stood,…

i cannot read poetry at night     when my thoughts run wild within my solitude,     the words on the page overrule the suppression of memory.…

Empty pages dust the landscape Tables splintered, chopped, and torn apart Heat the homes Bring the people together Heal the wounds narratives wrought upon…

it smells like summer again      sunscreen, and bug spray your sweat on my tongue it smells like autumn again      cinnamon, and apple crisp your…

O, you sly thing! Scooting up to me with cane and grace you spoke, hushed mumbled mutterings,  you spoke of the Dalai Lama, and…

Babe, you lost a toe on the catamaran. The sea swept it up and chewed it down to the bone. The only thing left…

I didn’t feel the cold metal When it bludgeoned my chin My bones made no sound When they clattered To the brittle linoleum My…

There are girls in white along the wall, with their painted faces watching. Sculpted ones too— marble eyes following me around the aisles. Their…

Father begins the ritual, dousing his hands and his tarnished scimitar in oil. He brings the blade down, breaking coarse green skin.The knife is…