You Don’t Put Flowers In Poems

You Don’t Put Flowers In Poems

             You don’t put flowers in poems          for decoration, or to fill in          empty spaces, but because          they punctuated your days          at a certain juncture—          like the milkweed blooming          by the road when I went running...
A Visit From the Snake Man

A Visit From the Snake Man

           Outside my bedroom window, beneath the sound          of wind and dry leaves, a shadow called          my name–Willie, Willie. No relation to any tree          or shrub in the yard, he was a wanderer, friend          of the moon. He entered my room...
It Means Bread

It Means Bread

                     The language I want to speak will always save flowers from drowning. It’ll know what bones make up breath, who buries the cadaver of sound. It’ll know the names of all the dead baby birds. The language I want to speak will drop like eyes, like a...
Mea Culpa

Mea Culpa

                             “My only regret is that I wasn’t born somebody else.” Woody Allen              Sorry I’m late, you whisper          as you slip into the room          with your breath in your fist.            Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry you mumble          as...
Of Them That Sold Doves

Of Them That Sold Doves

             It begins with labor, what keeps this machine          in sync within the larger gears and coils,          the 1s and 0s chattering across channels            of labyrinthine wires, and those tumblers          on what appear to be perfectly shaped lawns...
Two Poems

Two Poems

            Angels                    Better get your angel on,          said Jennifer, her voice          lower and more urgent than          her usual laid back tone          I spent two charmed summers          listening to, on the grass,          at the beach, the...
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