White Apple

the speaker in this scene is a woman who lives in a house in the center of the desert with a tilted doorframe and a turntable stuck on repeat (Hall & Oates for days) and adjacent to a wall papered with clocks that have no face, a little wooden bar where she serves all the [...]

Blue Elephant

the morning is flat and has a face, a two-pronged smile and a trunk full of gold, eyes cutting like electric diamonds through the haze the sunrise is magnetic and has teeth, i awaken sharpened and ready for flight, a horde of feathered blue elephants painting clarities across the sky i rub my eyes and [...]

Halo

there was under the bridge halfway between 7th and Broad a mural in three scenes that coated the air like a prism a concrete mosaic made of glass and stone that sat next to a skyscraper with no soul a portraiture of infinite variations a half-moon a blue jean dream a wall to shut from [...]

Speakeasy

the night was a sunken treasure chest  and the moon was always late horizon like an hourglass—twice stirred— tipsy as a ship shaken in salt and the room was sideways  with a swinging light, walls like a  green dream made of sand,  a single, red bar and  two magnums full of pencils phonograph percolating like [...]

Lady Blues

a short compilation in verse i like baths in wintertime and the taut  exhale of my breasts between your teeth *** but darling, my legs are tired and my mouth needs loving *** look, my darling, a nightgown of silk the door is ajar and someone’s consumed  the bed a heart races  in the aftermath [...]

Seven Road III-V

Below you will find Parts III-V of Seven Road, which mark the conclusion of this narrative poem (see Part I and Part II). I do hope you've found this magical little journey enjoyable. I have grown quite close to this poem during the time I've been working on it. And I strongly believe it should [...]

Seven Road II

I’ve been grappling with feelings of restlessness lately, with a sense that I need to experiment more, to branch out in some new directions creatively. I believe Seven Road marks the beginning of one such novel direction. I knew as soon as I finished what is now the first part of this poem that it wasn’t [...]