Originally posted on Another Chicago Magazine:
Clove Hitch ? Awake, We recall all of our former lovers, baffled By the histories that brought us to this Bed,…
After Rereading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein
I read alone that warm October evening, read as night kept creeping along. I read of the instruments of life, the opening of his yellow… Read more “After Rereading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein”
The Poem I’ll Never Write
I was going to write a poem about that night I was over but I never got around to it. So, here’s a poem about a poem… Read more “The Poem I’ll Never Write”
I’m Moving to Vermont in the Spring
With the aid of a belated breeze, I’m watching my dreams travel from here to there in a hurry. It marks a milestone for me. Waving… Read more “I’m Moving to Vermont in the Spring”
Good Morning, Poem
I wanted to find a poem in the dark rain of an afternoon shower, but I found a hollow beneath the bones of my… Read more “Good Morning, Poem”
My first chapbook is up for sale!
It appears that my poetry chapbook, What Nature Keeps Secret, has quietly gone on sale over on Bitterzoet Press’ Etsy page. Please, if you’re feeling saucy and would… Read more “My first chapbook is up for sale!”
Song of My Self-Doubt
after Walt Whitman Desperate to be sung, I gasp into form, push more of me from me like hot breath in a hollow of… Read more “Song of My Self-Doubt”
Why Poetry?
Because I have a bluebird caught in my throat, And it always needs to sing just one more song.
Self Control
Blue Moon speaks for me tonight. Once a month, it does. That’s improvement. But if I could sing like Frank Ocean, I’d break my own heart… Read more “Self Control”
Cosmic Perspective
“There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on any beach, more stars than seconds have passed since Earth formed, more stars than… Read more “Cosmic Perspective”
