In Sickness and In Health

“Tag, you’re it,” cancer says and you fall down the hole, you or someone you love. Your father, a friend from work, the wife of the youth...

Curtains draping over lungs netting over the tiny me in my spine melting and wet like a funeral but only stretched out unfurling into snake swelling into netting so large it chokes out the...

I know—I know, sorry! Sorry. It’s this basement desk, this heavy rain, that has me thinking of that wet poem, book one’s great flood, the threat...

“You want to hear about all the times I’ve had tubes shoved up my penis?” There’s a sentence I never thought I would ever speak...

Day 6, coronavirus quarantine, 6 pm: You stand over the kitchen sink, a large onion in your left hand, a Global Sai kitchen knife in...

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In the doldrum days of shelter-in-place, our mail carrier Peaches was our butterfly. She flitted from house to house delivering good cheer along with...

The Saturday rite is now a drive-by: we’re all laid back in our masks awaiting our turn. The line stretches far down the street; no one expects to...

Crowned a week before Easter. It is spring. The spirit might have whispered in your ear, as with Mary; the virus could have entered though the eye, through other openings. Your uvula once pink and light as...

The red of the port scar near her heart of the Citgo sign’s glow when I turn to the window of my eyes from watching her in the infusion...

Whatever your youngest relation says to do do it without question. If she hands you an empty bottle to wish inside then whisper whatever you can...

Tonight, I am roasting ripe Heirloom tomatoes with onions, garlic, and olive oil in a 400-degree-oven while a blend of mushrooms, garlic, and white...