PoetryI Long to Join the Conga Line
Even Jehovah’s Witnesses avoid me now since I started wearing my fur coat year round. Pervs in the park leave me be until some…
PoetryThe Wind Blows Hard Against His White Fence
I'm watching eight minutes pass on my clock, the time it took you to die with your face pressed into burning asphalt. Was it…
PoetryBig Orange Sun
Come to Italy and live in the sun, you write. Serenity is a giant orange waiting to be plucked from the gnarled tree near…
PoetryWhat remains behind
My state allows us to compost human remains I imagine a flower growing from your mouth violet or weed? who cares really— be a…
PoetryThe Day Glenn Miller’s Plane Disappeared
Here's the secret about war, she thinks, it's such a bore, government shacks, feckless roaches, harsh shampoo if you can get it, staticky radio…
PoetryExhausted hotel rooms
The sound of your shoes dropping, thwack! and another thwack! tells me our careful trestle has collapsed, lunchtime détente, over. Never mind, this…
PoetryDancing in December
Frost everywhere this morning; those roses never knew when to quit. Look at their withered petals, like peering into my own face. I’m inside…
PoetryLast Note
Little shell of a poem, I wanted to send you into the world rich with meaning—mine. Here you come back empty-hulled. Anyone with dregs…
PoetryA Train Whistle Announcing the Arrival of Cousin Harrietta
In memory of Harrietta Lee Watanabe, 1944-2001 She was born in Volcano, Hawai’i and so we put dwarf palms around our patio. That will…
First we release the horses
I keep hearing them at night. Maybe they have already died, but beautifully, the way a fire can be gorgeous as a red berry-…
PoetryThe curve of tenderness
In the curve of her neck, there’s longing for the man. In her closed throat, fear. Through sheer will she freezes the waiter’s sleeve…
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