Words
On Holding Hands
I want to tell you: that this part will be simple, that you’ll always know what happens next, that the first one you let cross the threshold...
Obelisks in the Desert
Melted moon-wax dripping outover the leave-less trees tonightcharming me with such good tastelanguidly stitching together the patchwork
The textures weren’t half so brightwhen they ensconced...
Self-Deceit #3
I know that room inside youwhere you go to hide when you’re scared and don’t want to be seen. Where your back is turned away, eyes lowered if they’re...
en el camino con angelitos
L.A. i said isn’t that where dreams go to die where you never say hello so you don’t have to say goodbye
where crooks find love and lepers fornicate and...
Walking Dogs in an Illinoisan Fall
We used to walk local shelter dogs in the fall.One of them had to stop every few yards to pee. We didn’t mind, & neither...
A Real Estate
I live in a borough called Beauty,
at the end of a street called Strife,
and I walk through a glade called Gladness
down a long lonely...
Thanksgiving
When we arrived in this unknown placewe knit together in a waythat made me want to shoutthis, this is my family.How could you know...
In Grief, Take As Long a Road As You Need
In grief:Take as longa roadas you need,mingling withheartbreakingholy darknessgiving spaceto each chasmcalling for tending.
When emerging,coming up for breathhold firm in keepinglightalive and well,find ways...
The Studio
My mind is unwritten musicAnd a million notes played at once:A blank stave overflowing.And in this chaotic emptinessLies the melody that seeks to be...
Summer Time
I can’t think about summer enough.
The gooey melancholy warm inside me like
FAT Krinkle-Kut French Fries dipped in ketchup
In between pool games and juke box...
Love letter to the corn dog at River and Woods
A bite into you
is a bite into late backyard nights
where summer breezes bring you
the scents of swaying cornfields
and the laughter of friends
and the...

















