S Categories Poetry May, 2018 Street Lamp When the opaque dusk swells, The broken street lamp’s Pearlescence of glass shards, Overshadows the warmth of light bulb The night is the unsung..
I Categories Poetry May, 2018 I set out to paint the light I set out to paint the light when it grows soft at summer’s end, but could not wrap my thoughts around the immensity of neglect..
A Categories Poetry April, 2018 Aleppo grief in weeks nothing has moved me. i chase something and fail. the screen dries my eyes. no rivers flow in Aleppo...
E Categories Poetry April, 2018 Elfie, Sheltie, Sallie, Shellie, Self* Author’s Note: The title of this poem is attributed to the spelling suggestions one gets, when having typed: Selfie in Microsoft Word. This is also..
F Categories Poetry March, 2018 Fox Harbor for SB This is the most you’ve ever been a child. Once there was sand, thick saltwater paste on legs capable of anything; then, later..
Y Categories Poetry Translations March, 2018 YERE YERE PAUSA Yere yere pausa Come to me rain, let the drops percolate, collect in plastic tubs drained through pipes made of dreams and denim Tula..
N Categories Poetry February, 2018 North of Longing, South of Hope I. every night you turn on the lights in the room he has left behind on another continent he buys a pack of almonds for..
I Categories Poetry February, 2018 I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways A dazzle of days running under a tram While the horses bolt And the..
B Categories Poetry January, 2018 BEGINNINGS All of the gin joints in all of the towns and you had to walk into this one* Beginnings don’t flow as easily as they..
T Categories Poetry January, 2018 The Dreams of Tiny Things The birds outside my window speak of world domination, the tiny gray sparrows have staked out my kitchen for the headquarters of their aggressive, bird-centric..
M Categories Poetry January, 2018 MAKING PRINTS “What was it like—-being married to Mick Jagger?” – (American journalist) “I had to be a hell of a whore in the bedroom.” – Jerry..
Y Categories Poetry January, 2018 Your Last Sad Vehicle Keep watching those funerals — how they launch black sedans over cemetery landscapes, stop them by a new grave where the body enters orbit around..
H Categories Poetry January, 2018 Hygge I asked you what you wanted me to write and you said it doesn’t matter that you would read it anyway that it could be..
W Categories Poetry December, 2017 Why no one remembers the name of Janet Leigh’s character in Psycho. 1. Conundrum the saint with the sadness of autumn crickets. Flow your love to what cries unseen. 2. Rattle the linguist with the voices of..
F Categories Poetry Translations December, 2017 FIXED STARS ESTRELLAS FIJAS Cuando ya de la vida el alma tenga, con el cuerpo, rota, y duerma en el sepulcro esa noche, más larga que las..
M Categories Poetry December, 2017 Memory Take a hit. Watch the moon slip to new moon. Listen to the lady you Work with talk about ghosts, and start to cry..
R Categories Poetry December, 2017 Remember me in words I Remember me in words Count the syllables. Recount them. Can you see them Kneeling before the universe? I pray in verse To these unruly..
L Categories Poetry November, 2017 Linger You linger on, Like the scent of a favorite perfume in the rain. I used to try and forget about you, But now all I..
T Categories Poetry November, 2017 The Soul Of This Poem Is My Blood Sugar, Or Eating In The Small Room for John Cassavetes Tippi Hedren would be more nonplussed than me, or you—I can’t remember who is who—but she’s playing herself, hosting Dinner and..
L Categories Poetry November, 2017 Last Smoke When the crickets have slowed to a crawl, the evening having lost its heat at last, when the neighbors’ houses turn chiaroscuro as you take..
A Categories Poetry October, 2017 A collagist tagged the sky The sagas break like a new moon covered in tickets Hammer camp wow, auto parts and her ankle rehab True stick death, slow seasons, sunswim..
L Categories Poetry September, 2017 Legacy she has inherited her father’s cracking bones and her mother’s dimple she stands in front of the mirror, Ma’s green dupatta resting against her..
