I’m More Horse Than Man
I crushed my deformed sonnet under a dripping rodeo light. My creature of fourteen lines bled out blood couplets implanted with flat rhymes inside a mixed metaphor. […]
The Deformities In My Typewriter
The aborted poems I deserted inside my Underwood typewriter crawl underneath hammerhead letters. They never left the metal womb of their creation. As Samuel suckles milk only Susan […]
Susan’s Delivery
One season after my wife died, Mailwoman Susan delivered a monkey to my home. “Who’s this from, Susan?” “It’s from me. I’m retiring and I want to give you a […]