American Sentences Apartment, Kalamazoo, MI, 2018 Buried in dirty laundry, the treadmill whispers lies of pulchritude. Living alone, the dining table becomes a dump for day’s debris. I… Continue Reading →
Bifurcation (After the image “Chickens!” by Marion Clarke) Two doors by which to enter, the path into myself splits before it reaches the heart. My lies strut, peck the packed dirt clean of tell-tale infestations and kernels that might root…. Continue Reading →
Photograph, 80 years later Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still. – Dorothea Lange Three children, hands in laps, pose on a log cabin porch behind their young father cradling a newborn babe while… Continue Reading →
Dear Dad We were never intimates. Men in our family never talked much. Vulnerability is weakness so we stuck to safe topics. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no animosity either. If there was a need, we did our best, but… Continue Reading →
Resurrection Embrace death in all that is earthbound as we rush ever closer to the brink. Rejoice in the puckering stink of leafy litter rotting on the ground, remnants of autumn forests once crowned in grand hues. Time demands of… Continue Reading →
Ghazal for America, 2018 Tell another tale: build a wall high and thick, brick by brick. Kill the sick, grab the chick. That’ll make us great again. Parched of reason, we’re Jonesing for more Kool-Aid. Guzzle it down, quick now…. Continue Reading →
The Hawk… glides over treetops and rooftops, encroaching upon city limits, ignoring carefully crafted boundaries between civilization and nature as if there wasn’t a difference between the two at all. I don’t often notice its sorties into the realm of… Continue Reading →
I’ve Moved Out (a Golden Shovel, after Hafiz as translated by Daniel Ladinsky) Shall I look to some mothering God to soothe my pain and kiss my heart-aches or shall I, gutted by the barbs of your words, have nothing… Continue Reading →
Self Help Ghazal The man of me and boy left behind went digging for redemption but were scared off by shadow thugs before we went deep enough. A few laughs with some bears in drag and a naked slip ‘n… Continue Reading →
The Abecedarian Menagerie (or why one shouldn’t hire an ataxophobic zookeeper with an alphabetical obsession) Alligator and antelope, enough already? Baboon and badger might be a boon, but not boas and bobcats. Camels, capybara, and caribou I suppose will do… Continue Reading →
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