Poetry

As I watch the line of men drop to their knees, refusing to praise the God of country, the most jealous and vengeful God of...

  Are you eligible to partake in academia? Question your acceptance letter? Not writing the other perspective? Missing the point of the assignment? Do you...

I never thought I would go through with a one-night stand. Not because I’m religious; although I did die with salvation on the cross...

Sometimes I try belief like a hat, tilting to see how things appear under a brim. Run my finger along the edge of a hollow & stride through...

Every kiss that was ever kissed— every smile, every baby’s delight, a first step, a face that hides and comes back, a belly laugh—   every morning of gladness, gladness,...

I think of you as a radio frequency— sometimes hard to find   as I touch the illuminated dial. But tonight you arrive   murmuring into my ear in halfsleep;   you...

A playful yet poignant poem from a dystopian future. In Dustin Luke Nelson's world, robots have replaced humans but live indistinguishably from their organic predecessors

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...

Day like rain, a cast iron crow Furling its wings in thin emptiness My heavy body holds the wound Deep inside black iron cloud Raining down when the...

Went to the meditation but only the snowed-in cardinals heard me. Far from any port, we’re weighted by anchors made of phantoms. A few minutes of...

My hairstylist says she loves Las Vegas because it’s covered in rhinestones. I love rhinoceroses. They are my favorite odd-toed ungulates. When rhinoceroses get together it is called a crash. I would like to get...

for John W. Pritchard, Jr. We should remember all the dead of the Sixth Marines. They survived the Battle of Okinawa, its rot stench under a "typhoon of steel," then they prepared...