Three poems in Issue #37 — I am happy to announce I have three poems appearing in Issue #37 of the Shot Glass Journal by Muse-Pie Press. Will I Be Your Tragedy? — A poem about mortality and the question of what will be left behind when we leave. The Day We Talked About Death At…

The left brain says, make a plan. — I’m running out of things to say. I’ve told you all that I know of cycles and circles and dream language. The left brain says, make a plan. The right brain says, don’t make a plan for anything. We are drips that make our own path down a pane of…

brown postcards from camp — You Sent Me brown postcards from camp with rainbow stickers for stamps. You requested mirrors and a stopwatch, for tracking your face, your time. Smiles in swimsuits, choreographed council meetings, make a motion, call the question. Everyone should live in a cabin at least once, an open room full of shifting and scratching in…

You don’t need a story to feel powerful — Take away my synesthesia — everything will be exactly what it is. The sound of the mallet will stop tasting like the sting of motor oil. The migrant mechanics lived in mobile homes in our boat yard during the high summer. One guy told me: you don’t need a story…

In the barn, mushrooms feast — A cow with black eyes watches me chew through a low window where I eat her brother, her cousin, her friend, a body of Christ, a sacrificial lamb, a child of sex and grass and volcanic earth. The bench is beveled spruce, the beer is ice cold. My fingerprints bloom where…