Category Archives: poetry

wood cookstove going hot Japanese pictures strung up red rugs my old man perches on a stool playing guitar singing a song about Cumberland mountains — only the first few lines repeats then stops his tryout has lasted 50 years … Continue reading →

I didn’t really understand the assignment I mean I was holding a candle on the Grand Concourse shaking like the D train I mean I was wearing all black I thought that was what it took I mean I thought … Continue reading →

right from the start but my pencil exploded cat ate the newspaper all the trademarks tangoed south my feet fell off akimbo strange men talked trash to me behind graffiti streets which believe it or not I came to appreciate … Continue reading →

After the fact and company and food when everyone has left and only bones and cat remain I write a list of lush life platitudes pleasures fat and tangled perforated by a camellia drenched in Femme perfume which I once … Continue reading →

is when you don’t make trouble wet your pants twist the sheets spit blood and purge a good death is when you lay down hair combed eyes closed breath almost indiscernible rosebuds and almond wisps in a good death he … Continue reading →

memories into my pillow at night when everyone but me dazes when shrike-like grasses die in the wind and the moon groans with silver veins sometime dreams wrapped in glassine hum memories into sleep hush crush a sad humble pie … Continue reading →

She walks in beauty like the fucking night I said fifty years ago in California also today when she tumbled in her hospital bed half-lidded petting invisible cats — do you believe her hair is still brown — she will … Continue reading →

I clip toenails while sitting at the vanity — my right foot skewed left into the air body curled over stomach folded fatly — listening to the satisfying snap of keratin crescents collecting on the tabletop a tiny universe of … Continue reading →

lot of nothing those first few years followed by sleeping with men followed by tears school this or that parents cream cheese on white bread no crusts pissant poet husband baby! then over the mountain for divorce the fandango with … Continue reading →

all I know is that when I was frail and frowning drowned in foamy waters dog paddled spirals of regret and sharks and barracuda circled round grinding me down with dank disdain all I know is that you gave me … Continue reading →