a man walked across the Harris St. bridge ( Read more... )

Albion ( Read more... )

I have memories of my memories ( Read more... )

I have sullen owls for pets,
or not, as they prefer.
the susurrus of heavy wings
beat around me in the darkness
not quite contempt, or indifferent neglect.
instead the resigned neediness
of the unwillingly kept.

A Cautionary Tale

as she bent down to pick him up,
she felt the
pop
like pomegranate seeds falling on linen,
a thousand small blooms opened up
and sent her jumbling in shudders
splashing bright rosy garlands
next to his shocked silent frame

later, in the hospital
she couldn't make out the meter
of the hisses and drips
not quite random,
not quite

"words fail" quailing
leapt across the
space between us
like the gap between
her teeth with
even spacing between
too neat ellipses.

He practices casual larceny off 6th Avenue, summers only ( Read more... )

boy, I sure am enjoying the new Editors songs I've heard ( Read more... )

little pieces are easily lost
like teeth chipped on handlebars
and slivers of asphalt washing out
of hands and knees.

would you love me even still ( Read more... )