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..

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..

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 guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways A dazzle of days running under a tram While the horses bolt And the..

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..

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..

“What was it like—-being married to Mick Jagger?” – (American journalist) “I had to be a hell of a whore in the bedroom.” – Jerry..

Keep watching those funerals — how they launch black sedans over cemetery landscapes, stop them by a new grave where the body enters orbit around..

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..

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..

Take a hit.   Watch the moon slip to new moon. Listen to the lady you Work with talk about ghosts, and start to cry..

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..

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..

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..

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..

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..

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..

All faces are one—   so worship the bull at the gate, the elephant-headed son, the rising serpent light, and the dark mother’s womb.  ..

Soviet hazardous waste experts spent an estimated $2 billion on the cleanup and threw everything from converted moon rovers to radio-controlled bulldozers at the demolished..

Tomatoes and cucumbers overcome by mint — green beans hanging from gutters — circles around eyes weepy with moonlight. We sit on your porch, gliding..