So the new thinking now within the scientific           community about the way genes and  ..

uranium rattlesnake whiskeywhatever morris has lying aroundhe loads into his army issue surplus duffelhe tosses into the backseatof his used sedanand lurches across interstate 80away..

   iridescent & indecent, the mississippi river reaches  towards me like a lonely woman,  first, she asks me what my mother never has  for my..

Some days are nighthighways left to usto steer the starebetween reflective lines,coffee in one hand, a radioin one ear calling Willie“classic rock.” Say what!?Some days..

My father built the house with rocks; my mother threw them.  Snow came through the holes she made.  She watched us freeze. 

You can tell me nothing, because I am nobody to you. Yet once I made the rainbow for you, and when it rained I kept you dry.

Long familiar wooden bench Friday night streets Shiraz, Shiraz, Shiraz

A Five Gallon water can filled to the brim, I once learned, is about the density of the human body --blood, intestines, muscle and bone.

He usually writes about his routine rising before 5:00 to weak coffee scrubbing floors, painting walls his one hour in the exercise yard, or a dream from the night before a fishing trip with his father long dead.

The first time you decide to buy a vase you will know you have a home to bring it to

In mid April, for two short weeks the Magnolia breaks its blossoms over the deck each of its eyes open wide

1 The bar with the U-shaped clampsto lock the prisoner’s feetstill lies on a bedframe wherea sleeper like me always assumesthe freedom of my legs..

Friday Night, the stillness, the madnessUnder the purplish sky Wear a pink blouse, come to a deserted gardenFireflies might come but you should not expect itFocus..

(Blue Light/Sleeper) Present a fact, simple, hard, felt, like a rock, guttural- E.g.     #1:  heaving, fat-skinned, swamp        (Muck Badger) #2:  I drink live fire,..

I grew up in a home of whisperswhere talking took place at the table.My family sat in an “L”and eyes only met peripherally Our gaze..

Only now can you walk a roadinto distant country, past a shrinecarved into the face of a mountain,above a forest of alpine green.Abandon this kitchen,..

In the basement, I was singing along with Pat Boone’s “Love Letters in the Sand.” I had loose slacks on because, if I wore jeans,..

My neighbors do puzzlesin the common room.They do the fringes firstpiece by piecemulti colored housescastles on mountainsslide into placethose imaginary childhoods,the colors too bright.A little..

A moth landed on my lipsAnd kissed meI turned into a skyscraper, a rose A rose is a fire engineThe street is a cup of..

Dear March June – Come in… With apologies to Ms. Dickinson Dear June – Don’t stand at the doorDo come in. You are always welcome,Unlike..

December came like a thiefin a black robe,at a fated hour while the Gods slept,and devoured my Dad. January cut me into shards,broke my limbs,crushed..

–Mint Vinetu Bookstore, Vilnius So, Jonas said, you should write a poemabout eating an orange at the counter.It’s a tangerine, I thought,but didn’t tell him...