beg forgiveness     supplement Sunday preserving your pickles talk to someone speak of nothing the void in your pocket a thing forgotten   ten miles in new shoes ten...

      Needling Thoughts People used to draw on each other when I was young. It was the ultimate non-permanent branding until we took to paying for our needlepoints. Scrawling on skin...

    When I returned When I returned home I could not remember my town The streets were squares and rules The lights by the fountains at night People streamed past I found it embarrassing...

    To Be a Fly is to have the might of superboy and beat yourself over and over, soaring hard into the wall, next to a swat-stain from a glutted mosquito. monsters a million times bigger...

    Oil Field You’d have thought that we were headed into wilderness, crossing the frost-still marsh through the forest’s early cataract of light. Our quiet coach was clocked by...

      The Trick is to pretend everything doesn’t depend on the delicate stem of your neck, twisting. As if nothing unusual were happening. As if you were born without weight, meant...

      Un- Below the hospital bed there was a hot circle of blood. A forehead on her forehead a palm on her palm the Polish song on the radio next to forgotten babushkas in the room...

      The Convalescent "She takes down my hair and does it like her own ... she has me sit as she does, and I feel the absorption of her personality as I sit.”    –  Jeanne Foster,...

      Sometimes you touch my body and awaken it...   Sometimes when I talk     you listen, stripped of concepts, and become air and flight, and when I am lost to this world you...

    Punchline A man walks into a bar where the pint’s on the house if he tells a good joke. He’s always the life and soul, and tonight he’s on form. Applause sweeps the bar like a tide...