For Tuco
Back, way back, before the birth of Henry Ford, we’d surf across rivers on the backs of crocodiles. “Avoid the mouth and you’ll be … more
Back, way back, before the birth of Henry Ford, we’d surf across rivers on the backs of crocodiles. “Avoid the mouth and you’ll be … more
[originally published by Monologging, Winner of the Monologging Pictured Pause People’s Choice Award for 2015] I awoke from a nightmare once in my … more
[published in the 2016 issue of J’Parle’ Literary Magazine] It’s hard to sleep with the fish hooks tugging taut lines under the sheets, between … more
I heard your name before I ever saw your face The collective crush of a gang whose lips made love to your name … more
I had a dream about you last night. Your jaw, specifically, and the way your earring swings back and forth in front of it … more
We’re coiled. Snaked up and writhing, clutching, pushing, pulling, pressing what flesh we consider safe and getting close enough to breathe one another’s breath … more
[This poem was first published in issue 9 of The Literary Hatchet. More details HERE] In the shadowed fabric folds and flat expanses of bed you’ve … more
A volcano in the desert All it knows is reaching Tearful eruption Violent expression Full feeling Among quiet, shifting dunes. The sand urges … more
(originally published here in The Commonline Journal) . . . Whatever you were seems more than you have become, but what you lost was dead … more