You’re verbose when you’re laconic. Your silence like the crunch of boot-on-grass, in late November frost, foliage swept away by gust...

At some point in your childhood, you and your friends went outside to play together for the last time and nobody knew it. —original...

I have a “friend” who shares his heart beneath the sun, leaves emojis for the wounded from the succor of his sofa, landing like an air-...

You groan you’ve been forsaken, before your swill of vinaigrette, heaving I’ve drowned the lettuce— its brown of decaying leaf, the shed...

Yes, I misconstrued. Assuming this to be a poem of peace, the cessation of our missiles; a round from an AK-7. I thought the number after...

When you told me the biggest human genocide took place in the “Belgian” Congo, I cursed my homeroom teacher, my biased curriculum, the...

Which colour will we say they were once their skin & flesh are gone? The pigment of each iris when their sockets, cavities?  Gouged by...

It's a Jane or Johnny-come-lately, the solitary rose in my garden, a harvest holdover or belated bloom that's risen when the others have...

With your hands wrist-deep in the black of loamy soil, you tell me your infant daughter died at break of dawn, on a day that our star...

The flowers in my house are a fraud, marigolds that never wither, forsythia forever fake with vibrant yellow that doesn’t fade, daisies...

I’ve never written you a love letter, as I did for the girls I crushed on in school, vowing a childish forever love. I’ve been told that...

It’s hard to believe that crotchety old man and his wife hobbling into the store where I work were once hippies. Their faces creased like...

This one is not so Grand as its river, no Seine cutting at its heart or couples arm-in-arm amid  je t’aime. We can see the eroding...

We’re the collateral generation. Don’t mind the dead. They have a habit of getting in the way. It’s the   terrorists we’re after.   Next...

The way our cat sleeps on our books has made us appraise osmosis, her head reposed on the cover’s title, her paw outstretched over the...

The name our friend has chosen for her mastiff is sublime. We wait to hear the inevitable: Achilles, heel! Almost invulnerable, were it...

It’s there, in our walk around the crescent, the sign a golden diamond:      Blind      Child      Area Weathered from exposure,...

All your money won’t another minute buy. Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind. —Kansas We never should have deemed ourselves...

The gallery forked out millions for this thing. You chuckle, what a waste! But I say there’s no such thing as a blank & vacant canvas—...

My death  is 60 inches to my right. The tire of a tractor- trailer which is whirling like a drunken potter’s wheel— albeit vertically,...