The birds sing
As I sit in stagnant heat
Hands on still oars,
And the lake mirrors the... [+]
Poetry
The birds sing
As I sit in stagnant heat
Hands on still oars,
And the lake mirrors the... [+]
They serve
Pit-cooked pork
Says the sign
Beneath the mossy oaks
Of Alligato... [+]
Down in the belly of the welfare state.
Human shit, on the DART station floor.
The second in... [+]
“And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it... [+]
On Sunday morning the air is sweet,
orange zest and poppy seeds and
flour pushed across... [+]
After school my brother slinks
into the blue shade of the pines.
Every year it seems, he... [+]
Wind chimes ring behind our house
in random harmony,
riffing with each passing bird
and... [+]
I wedge myself between the Hondas,
Giving up my place to him,
Moving slowly and with help.... [+]
It’s all those little things- you know?
The “I love you”s before you go,
The phone calls... [+]
you say
“rabbit rabbit”—
it’s the first day
of the month I was born in,
and I... [+]
There is a place by the ocean,
a burial site for flesh and steel
beasts
where mast meets... [+]
Who can walk today
when leaves leapfrog across the boulevard
and swirl recklessly round each... [+]