Easy Tiger

The tiger makes it all so easy, the way it sweeps the woman’s house, packs a satsuma for her snack, accounts for the taxes.

Dec 21, 2022
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Poetry

Just an Acquaintance

He was NBA-player height
converted to Judaism to marry

Dec 14, 2022
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Poetry

Need Comes Down Like A Mallett

And the town crier cries la localende! This is one of the stories where a stranger

        comes to town. A stranger with a stranger tool.

Come down from the hill freckled with mustard gesare. You know the stuff, Mara

        how it explodes in middle spring.

Nov 14, 2022
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Poetry

Epithanatophobia

Don’t ever say
I didn’t see it
coming.  

Sep 19, 2022
  •  
Poetry

epigenetics or: time draws a circle

which summer is this
             arithmetic is one thing, freckles another
                  power drags from the east in a late august storm

Jun 2, 2021
  •  
Poetry

Hallowing, or the Black Body Returns

reparations begin
   here,
within
    the body,   within
the striations of muscle
   to tendon, nerve to tissue

Nov 23, 2020
  •  
Poetry

American Sycamore

did they forget
the vibration
of our throats
humming
in the shade?

Nov 19, 2020
  •  
Poetry

True Story

In Clark County, Washington – Oregon with a sales tax – the measles are back like jazz standards.

Nov 19, 2020
  •  
Poetry

ECH(O)-TERRORIST (5)

O sleepless wives of Mount Sinai, do you fear your dangerous proximity to the sun? The last strip mall in Kansas closes down with little fanfare, and this October night’s unseasonal heat touches me deeply.

Oct 18, 2020
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Poetry

ECH(O)-TERRORIST (4)

Listen: nobody photographs the moss-smothered trees in the swamps of Florida, not when traffic’s gridlocked on the bridge and the tour of the Spanish monastery starts in an hour.

Oct 18, 2020
  •  
Poetry

ECH(O)-TERRORIST (3)

O hunter, I was wrong: I want my casket made of particleboard.

Oct 18, 2020
  •  
Poetry

ECH(O)-TERRORIST (2)

The pistol shakes in the sheriff’s right hand when he hauls me in for trespassing. O father, I have never seen your face.

Oct 18, 2020
  •  
Poetry

A Theory of Forgiveness

Orange [a president...
…and now a vice-president
who just got the taste of segregation
out of his mouth after fifty years
sweeps through South Carolina
with Clyburn at his right hand

Sep 15, 2020
  •  
Poetry

Love Me Like Your Guns

Grip the neck of
this coveted steel
I'm your dirty letters
and naughty numbers

Sep 15, 2020
  •  
Poetry

What If Martin Luther King Could Do It

I know it’s unfathomable to see
after the way we’ve anointed him
patron saint of peace
prophet of nonviolence
priest of martyrs sitting
at the right hand of Jesus

Sep 15, 2020
  •  
Poetry
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