The blue bird tapped at my window and pecked my crumbs. I talked to him as to a small person about the things of life, of flowers, of trees and the sky. Even at times pretending he was erudite, I questioned him about evolution and extinction. He looked at me as if he…

We danced once. It was something to dothat they couldn't quite shutdown without looking stupid and petty. We turned the lights down whenever we got the chance again. That's the point. We didn't stop looking for the experience, feeling something…

I was sitting on the steps in the entryway to our apartment building taking off my running shoes when I spotted a paperclip on the floor. I assumed it had fallen from the mail that my wife had just taken from our mailbox. Once my shoes were removed, I went down to pick…

Damn, the light turned green on me. Wasn't ready.

Staring at my $10 All Star Breakfast with extra bacon

He’s an empty sock

Yesterday's protest...

Let it rage. I shall not suppress you. Let your rage speak to you of the sorrow it hides, until your sadness swallows you whole.

A Praying Mantis clover to bright emerald green landed on my sleeve and lingered as I worked in my hay field.

Say say say say say say says our I-I-I-me tunes:

Figures are a strip tease.

I killed it. Didn't even relocate it back to its outdoor home, as I had work to do. This is being human.

Meagan rides the subway with perfect lips and deep thoughts, looking moody out the smudged window like an actress in a Sofia Coppola film.

Between chapters, he trained my dog, Buster. He taught him to fetch bottle caps, roll over for no reason, and to play dead whenever someone raised their voice

Desire, nervousness and your power, in even your slightest look, I find it so addicting, harboring transformative impossibilities.Is this, I wonder, all that can really happen — wishing, dreaming? Consuming, I can't leave or lose it, not knowing, can't stop thinking…

Sometimes words are carved in stone, but you won't find these in this poem

“Time to check out,” I tell myself, looking at sailboats and surfers from the open window of my hotel room. I inhale minty incense and gaze down on a dark-skinned woman in a sombrero beneath towering palm trees. Laid out before her on a folding table ar