Poetry

You reach your apartment lock, open darkness into your Hyde and Eddy apartment next to New Princess Market next to a brain encased inside a white-knuckle skull who sleeps within […]

three presidents ago yet you still have a 913 Kansas area code.   On a ripe Saturday at the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market, you smile with an out-of-state mouth.   […]

At my kitchen table in Boston, the rush of shuffling a 52-card deck sends me back   to my grandparent’s home  where I sat with Grandpa Charles  at his maroon-stained […]

on April 20th, 1999when garden soilheaped onto my organin a black tomb. At 11:29 a.m., I sought to fleeinto a library row’scompression of wordsfrom Dylan’s pump-action shotgun. Columbine is a […]

After I wrote a gentle villanelle, I dislodged my voice box,   rested that weight  next to the Remington typewriter   I borrowed from Barry,  my ex-brother-in-law.   For the […]

When a white popping sky buckles stars into constellations off a blacktop road,  I ask my mind: how many can’t see redshift starlight  as they breathe behind twenty-five-to-life metal   […]

When I slipped on a sidewalk,  my skull split into a    fissure. Blue Sky  saw an opening,    poured her body  into my receptive head.   So I went […]

After Pablo Neruda’s Book of Questions    And the Turtle replied:  I saw my mother burn in a forest fire  birthed by the flick of a cigarette.    I tried […]

Published in Red Ogre Review (December 2021)  

I’m Kleenexing my nose under a sky hosting another Virgin plane.   We mirror nature’s flight  as we plant Exxon seeds   in Miracle-Gro soil  packed in the stratosphere   […]