Jesus came strolling by in his sandally Jesus foot sandals.

Short, but true. Damnit.

Mist falls from the opaque sky and splatters crystals in your hair...

It’s been a series of bad clams

I get what you want done from me. You want the old one two sucker punch that goes straightaway through to the tenderest part of the aching heart, the one that tumbles you out of your old worn out gut wrenching way of living life for…

Maybe, after years of writing poems like letters, he began to notice that no one ever wrote him back.

Nobody looks for Gina between the hours of four and five. Her father is on swing shift for the rest of the summer; his two o'clock- dinner plates are soaking in a sinkful of scummy water. Her mother is fanning herself in the shade of the wisteria, most of her…

When she opens the door, I say hi and introduce her to my friend, a bottle of J.T.S. Brown. She laughs and tells me to come on in before I fall down.

Her mother dressed her like a little girl would dress a doll.

The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.

I hate turnstiles and revolving doors

She connects to you via snarling vines & worm-woven tunnels. Drops Roman numerals

and watch the bird play and squirrel play/ and the twitching of cottontail noses

I am sitting on our porch in the middle of the night. I can't sleep. The stars look like runway lights. Out of boredom, I reach out my hand to connect the distant dots. The tip of my finger hits…

I talk wands and magic and how women aren't supposed to care, but I do, and she talks length and girth. Her fiancé has neither, she makes an illustration with her pinky and says that if they don't marry within the year, she's dumping his ass and we