Aquifer (2013)

“Still waters run deep” I can’t help but feelin’ like you got this wrong idea of me.I write like I write like I write, ‘n it don’t hold much stock with reality. If I had my way,I’d be all oak ‘n leather ‘n creaky history,Rough edges only rounded by weather ‘n time;Pure ‘n simple. I …

An Exchange of Love-Poems: Translated (2013)

I. : With Love: Piss and vinegar; piss and vinegar is the reason I fell in love with you. You screaming to the pool boy about this cheap-ass wine he sold you, while your pulsing garter snake is turning the water around your waist a telling shade of purple. Piss and god-damn vinegar. And I …

all kinds (2013)

heartbroke ‘n saddle sore,    now you tell me if this tellin’ gets old,you stepped troubles first on California soil.    ‘n you tell me, how was that first sunset,    you see the sun kissin’ itself in the water,    you find any sort of release?    or are you some big dumb firework of a man,    all fuckin’ …

Alaskan Reduction With Red Wine (2015)

A piano takes up sky diving rather unexpectedly.Understandably vexed by the whole situation,it’s doing its best to get your attention. But not before the concrete plays that final chord.                                                    creaking leather ‘n mistin’ breath,                                                   the exertion burn ain’t improved by the cold,                                                   ‘n the sun’s setting fast as it will.                                      Favorite scene in …

A Song of Sarah (2014)

they’d always called her a wishy-wash, they had,but it wasn’t, it wasn’t her fault,just had this gut-wrench, foot-high-float sort of feel to her,and she walked like she was afraid of flyin’ from the earth,            delicate, slow.but what they liked most about her was how soft-spoken she was,how she ain’t ever been much for …

A-One-A-Two-A-Three (2014)

When I was twelve,                 we broke into this fenced off over-pass,                ‘n walked into Waiting for Godot.                blasted hill, single gnarled tree. I imagined that it was a her,and that she’d be germanic and softspoken,smelling of early spring,            and my god,           …