When exactly does cheese go bad? it simply does not, I say.

We are only two small people doing our best.

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We danced the pee dance after too much Seven Up and tasted odd Jello dishes.

I first laid eyes on him at the funeral parlor. The man Homer Price told me was called Monkey Dick.

My poetry is bare, showing its pink and purplish imperfections and its injuries. I buy it a dress to hide its bruises, to ornate it a little, to make it smile. On its rather ugly and mishaped body, the dress looks comical, ridiculous, clumsy, like a bird with a broken wing.…

a slow and beautiful silence

The Divine and merciful Understanding Calls out to me But let me not speak its name. You are an unworthy hearer And I am a secret-keeper, cunning With keen thoughts and prayers of swift Justice Single is our thought and act And when we pray we know not what it…

The sentences didn’t tell accessible yarns, they imparted secret knowledge. They were restless on the surface of things, drawn to inner workings and systems and the inner workings of systems..

The dog stands in the front yard, his white fur turning red and yellow in the August sun. He moved into the house last month. In our one conversation he'd explained he was the first member of his family to own a home. It is a nice house with a circular driveway. The grass…

You tell its approach soon as veal resists both knife and fork, quick neutrinos land in internet ruby climes.

The kind of poem poets write and read. I mean, hey I was feelin’ it HARD at 3:24 am, and this is what spilled out.

When someone asks me what I do, I tell them that I am a fixer. I fix things. There is nothing that cannot be fixed. Will it ever be as good as new? That is subjective, but I will fix it for you.

Turningturning the pale grey spotShe sits in her carin the parking lotwith the radio onleaning back picking a thin piece of skin from her fingerTurningturningthe seagulls move aroundand aroundabove the asphaltas though it was the wavewith its…

I remember it was late at night I was with Johnny Appleseed’s younger brother Bruce Bruce Appleseed He was the lead singer for the band Fake Moustache Turns out he was just a bum Set on vibrate Who’d bought a 10-gallon hat once But h

we wanted summer: Distillers at Myhalyk's all those cancelled shows

Like Aurora, my favorite color is moss green. Anything else is a lie told to throw you off the scent. You will abandon her. Just like you will abandon me. Green. We were walking through the thick leaves, looking for the way in. That kind of silence.…