A box of old record albums –Billy Joel,Donny Osmond,The Eagles,Partridge Family –ugh. And the covers are worn,the vinyl is scratched –no one’s going to buy theseeven at 50c apiece. Same as that ratty Cabbage Patch doll.Or the Miami Vice lunch … Continue reading
Humiliation barely registers in those downcast faces.I dare you to imagine where they come from,feel the beatings, suffer the horrendous rape,then watch the beatings, the rape of others.When were you ever woken up by soldiersin the middle of the night, … Continue reading
BEACH DAY Summer’s here, blue and cloudless, hot and steamy with the sun at full throttle. A gull perches on a wooden pole, feathers ruffling, blood dot on its beak. A pelican scoops some sea up in its pouch, sloshes … Continue reading
In At The Kill Pigeons on the rooftops, a body of prey, hawk claws grip telephone pole, take a hundred different forms, a picture perfect pose the right way to measure – look up, a symbol, changing at the blink … Continue reading
Tell us about your journey towards becoming a poet. Sometimes in my early teens, I had made up my mind that I was going to be a writer. I tried just about every variation on the written word over the … Continue reading
Talk is mostly small talk. Despite all I’ve done, all I know, I can’t get by the weather, her sweater, how she’s done her hair. I don’t understand why it’s all so awkward. It’s not that I expect us to … Continue reading
Ghost I Am Here is a private hutstaring at me,twigs & branchesover the top—naked & alone. I respond to an old 60s doo-wopsong: In the Still of the NightFred Parris and The Satins. Storms are written in narratives,old ears closed … Continue reading
If Everything Is Maria Always something that needs to bekept from someone, and soI stay quiet Always a truth I would tell youthat might feel like a lie A room filled with enemies orex-lovers, a boat on fire in the … Continue reading
walk away/like a fool someone telling you it’salmost too late your entire life,and then it is, and is thiscomedy or is ittragedy? do you outlive your children orbury them all one at a time? and maybe i’m part ofthis particular … Continue reading
Glazing and glistening grey clouds clot and rust over the cityLike dreams pouring from the steel mills andSpilling their detritus.Red-black smoke thickens like scabs,Suffocating lives and dreams.This was where I worked one summer because my old manTold me to.Me, all … Continue reading