Under the Stone
I am under the stone.
Search for me in rivers,
VideoBooks
Baudelaire – Head of Hair
More VideoBooks from the Summer.
Obsolete Glory
I assure you, I am falling apart.
My toes peel like grapes, like
Movements
I am concerned with your movements, your hands
kneading dough on the kitchen island, stretching
Strange Creatures II
When I created Strange Creatures, I wanted to take a deep and sometimes uncomfortable well of desire, and present it in a form that wouldn’t incriminate me.
Thrush and Billow
Thrush and willow,
boulder and billow,
Driftwood Vol. II
Volume II of the Driftwood Poetry Journal came out recently. I was privileged to be able to work with the Vol I poets
Jupiter and All Its Moons
Jupiter, and all its moons, will hang
above, a cherry pit full of
An Answer in Sonnet
‘Tis Silence moves its fingers 'cross my skin;
it searches, tenuous and then precise,
Rough Lumber
Who arranged the stones that form this wall?
For they have not placed them cleanly, cheek to cheek.
Skullduggery
I have a skull
and a collarbone lurking,
Walking to the Theatre
Under the layer of asphalt, compacted
into a sheet for roads, is a layer of