This Rottie’s tongue is jutting between its fangs, like a cold cut soaked in slobber,   in a chilling maw of stalactites— its pointy...

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 ...

It’s the fullness worse than hunger, that ends in throwing up;   the itch more awful than pain—the red from scratch and blood;   it’s...

Potential is overrated.   It’s the flip- side of what is possible, the call of tails and heads;   looking so pendulous— leaving you...

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...

What’s the point of Layers of grey cloud are leaving the landscape wet Ducklings in the grass a literary critic asked me, saying who...

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...

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

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...

I asked if you’d come up with a name for the poem you’ve been writing and you answered not yet, annoyed by my response: great title,...

You’re hesitant to check the bill of fare, note de frais it says in padded vinyl, recalling as a girl you’d ordered consommé, after your...

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

The best thesaurus I’ve ever had (and yes, I’ll admit that I use one, that I can’t fire off five-hundred thousand words from the front of...

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...

The artist exhibiting his work in this dingy, downtown gallery paints nothing but bowls of fruit. Maybe he has some other themes in his...

I definitely feel out of place, at this late-night poetry slam, over 30 years older than this crowd of teens and twenties who are...