You're watching the wooden tiers in the old jetty spotting up from the vegetal tide in horizontal rows of worn stumps. The hallucinations...

Originally published in Roi Fainéant Press You seen them boys before? You know the ones, those three boys from the borough of Queens who...

Bristol Student Housing alone on the floor in the Bristol Student Housing rooms. a bus-ride from London – a weekend to visit a friend who...

mass for the dead Now that you've arrived here and you don't know that you died I silently lament the plea for mercy that justifies your...

6:00 am Now David’s alarm screeches. His arm instinctively shoots across the bedside table to silence it. Billy is curled up on the other...

Because Every Transformer Needs Hummingbirds in its Crotch: Redaction Poem on a Theme by Tony Hoagland (after Dean Young after Koss...

"Quintet: Poetry Suite" Bridge You are with me. Always. Like a strong beam of light, the torch seen at night. Always. Like a bridge...

Jake’s opening was in 14 days, and he still had five canvases to complete. Were the five he’d already finished any good? He couldn’t...

In my old bedroom, there was a mahogany bookcase-desk that my parents had pressed flush against the green eastern wall when we first...

Abbotts Creek After the rain we ran in the backwoods. Seven or so in the cold air burning. We put planks of wood over the wide creek...