6/30 Here’s a little molly dodger 6/8 As I said, I have been ill, overworked, uninspired and in love recently, so I haven’t done much writing. I am…
Your shoes are made of cut up chunks of crushed critters dumped by the interstate and hung together with baling wire, all furs fleas and fingernails and broken teeth They…
If I’d have married Anna that earthquake summer in Savannah because I felt I could understand her, we, both transplanted Marylanders – her from R-Town, I, the Manor and both…
Honey baby, I’m a mumblin’ mess – I got blood where blood shouldn’t ought to be. It’s all clotted up inside me like the innards of a Bob…
I’m sitting in a room in the Artmore Hotel. The room never lost that dead flower smell the plumbing thumps and shudders like doomsday’s own bell the water’s ten dollars…
I could never love a woman who does not write poems It may not be the way things are said these days, but I am a man out of time.…
2. “we were so punk rock” 1. “we were never punk rock. I cannot stress this enough. Never.” 3. “oh yeah. Sure. Well, by the standards of….” 2.…
There’s too many bad poems clottin’ up my mind and the river’s turned from whiskey to turpentine. My heart’s a swimming pool full of pork-u-pines and I’m four nickels…
All the prettiest girls come from Michigan It’s the Swedish bones. It’s the winter skin. It’s thimbleberry and chokecherry and footsteps, lonesome, through the snow in their kisses. All the…
Planes. Trains. Schedules. Meetings Our souvenirs from the Marriott Hotel. You’re the one who brings me out when it hurts my heart to see the sun, Honeybun. 1000 thread…
Part 1 – The Testament of Nahum Colley, as related by the Angels through Nahum Colley unto those that would have ears, on the 27th day of march, in…
we basically had to rebuild the moon. the old girl had lost her edge. no one had been up there in years, those nice boys no longer call. they took…
We shouldn’t talk, for honesty may kill us. For the night might eat away it’s armor and leaved us naked and exposed. And each word would trace the line of…
So here is this guy all busted and holy – kinda good looking, in the right kind of light. Lives by the sea, talks only in darkness – talks only…
When we were married my wife and I didn’t do nothing but stare at the sky. They said trust no one so no one did we trust. We just kept…
o!, this sunless room windows peaked in steely fog o! sweet crack of light and hot air breathes in from the hall and whispers on the rug she comes, she…
darling s, if you are reading this, it is because i am already dead. really dead. not just dead like the little thatch of fire between your thighs, no –…
yonder comes your man, he insists you call him captain radiating romance, scattering your legs like ninepins yonder comes your lover, bald head’s sunlit gleam if you had your druthers…
i’m thinking about what lies beneath not your smile, or your soul but your clothes. i’m thinking about fabric stretched taut to the flesh, and the flesh and the tautness…
Who, me? I’m your favourite late night news and chat show prostitute. And you, the kamikaze pilot who packed a parachute. and through that last long, hot and dry dusty…
tule fog come up, covered everything thick and dark for days it was, like, “all bets to the second act this valley has somethin’ righteous to say” amidst…
tarnation and eudemonia 