You’ve got it all figured out. You know how to eat another man without being disgusted with dining on demise. I wish I had your ravenous taste for flesh. I tried. I keep spitting it out before I can muster the courage to swallow. *Editor’s Note: This poem...
What is bounty without dignity? What is twenty without broken expectations and a room of unread books? What is adoration without disappointment? What is perfume without denial and worn-out escape plans? What is watching God if we’re watching each other? Carly Jane...
the drumming rhythm, the electric glow of the Speed Queen Commercial on the go a god among appliances, music to my ears, a miracle of sciences tempos shift, spin cycles slow i still fall for her in pianissimo her agitator, my aphrodisiac tiptoe,...
The same funeral home, the same priest, almost the same family. My mother, her brothers and sisters, now orphaned. Last time it was their father — he was ashes by the time I saw him again. He wanted to be spread in Frances Slocum — we’d go fishing there; but my uncle...
You, who came, beside the sidewalk, Upon a grove of small purple flowers. You who could not bear the loss of things, Nor the absence of beloved folk. Who thought to take the bodies, whole, Petals, leaves, and pollen-flesh. Even you, could not bear to cull The beauty...
He lies to the food pantry for the next two weeks. He stacks up cans of processed hams and hearty stews alongside a few tubs of peanut butter. A box of Ritz crackers he begged for will pair nicely with the Jif. His backpack’s zipper nearly busts off the track when he...
