The backyard is humming with honey bees.

The photinia hedge is a mass of clustered,
tiny, white flowers. If you were here, I’d tease

you & say, “The word’s out about your knees
being the bee’s knees” & you’d have hiked

up your skirt to prove I was right
& we’d have agreed

because of your sexy knees a crazed swarm
of bees lifted you into the highest branches

of a nearby Sycamore tree to enshrine
your knees in wax, making it impossible for you

to escape. You feigned a damsel-in-distress call
like the Edward Gorey drawn woman

in the opening sequence

of Masterpiece Mystery Theatre
& I bravely climbed up and saved you

despite being stung hundreds of times
& once you were safe & I lay swollen in the bed

your knees on either side of my hips
you’d have treated me with your honey remedy.


I have one book of poetry published in Tucson by Moon Pony Press in 2009 titled, The Certainty of Looking Elsewhere. My poetry has been published in numerous small presses including: Dark Horse, Gargoyle, 6ix, Tor House Newsletter, The Moth.