I blame everything on our thumbs. Their cursèd opposability; picturing how things would go if not for their relative acrobatics: the...

I’ve always overblown my heart’s confessions, what I’d do  for you,   screaming from the mountains every minstrel boasts they’d climb,...

You walk in awkward solemnity, your eyes upon the grass as if they’re trees, and you above their crowns—over half a mile   in the air,...

—for Rico   Our moon’s a prime example of less-is- more. Its slivered, crescent shine. Its mountains on the brim of light and dark. Risen...

Come, and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastick toe —John Milton, from L'Allegro Surrounded by their chatter, we note we haven’t ...

Hear this: a puffin is not a baby penguin, despite my decades of thinking it so.   I cannot be angry at the puffin, its countenance of...

If it's blasphemy to say this then so be it. You are the one whom God should have made in the beginning. A more beautiful name for each...

I pluck the olives   from the salad and that makes it less than Greek. You ask me if they’re green or black and I state it makes no...

You greet me with Morning ,  never Good Morning— like you did when hearts were younger.   Morning    rises from a horizon, like an...

The final line of this poem no longer exists. It was surely there for the taking , its fingernails clutching rock, at the top of a...

When you asked me for the best Italian bistro  in this city, I answered  google it.   That day on the beach,  as you peered into the ...

There’s a beauty to our numbers that I note with admiration: the shape of cipher 6 and its curving, crescent close; 8, with its weaving,...

I only see her when she’s out, the woman across the way, pushing her lawnmower that has no engine, the grating of squeaky wheels, its...

Christmas, and the word became flesh on our scribbled, Scrabble board, an empty bottle of wine and a record strumming chords so calm in...

The g in Paglioni is apparently silent, with the i the sound of e (robbing it of a kingly lion’s mane), while the e itself is long and...

These juicy pineapple tidbits are up to speed with the latest gossip   or so I quip, as we divvy them up in bowls, one for you   and one...

When I tell you I love you you answer "me too" and perhaps I misconstrue, that you love yourself like the affirmations advise, the ones...

is mailing it in today, his half-assed ruff a far cry from his usual barrage of WO-WO-WO-WO- WOOFF!!! when his teeth are keenly bared,...

Sister Doreen paced up and down the rows between our desks, yardstick in her grasp, ready to rap the knuckles of our hands, should we...

I say our spell check’s rather daft to underline in red my use of amn’t. I am not impressed when you tell me it isn’t valid, despite the...