Banff: Running Away

I was young enough to believe that when moments felt significant they probably were. I saw sacraments... more

I want to spank Diane Sawyer
In fact, I'd pay upwards of
fifty dollars for it, at least
if she was wearing white... more

A Theory of Blue 

Telling the truth can be done in an American way, without irony or self-effacement. We begin with the image of a... more

Ars Poetica

I want to say this
simply: I was out
near the river; the trees
were bare, and would be.
I saw no blacksnake
in... more

Ochlockonee

Sawtooth palms, and the hymns of
a leftover Palm Sunday
lard the air with the gentleness
of some imagined... more

When my friend is upset because someone posted
about them on the internet in a way they aren’t
sure is ironic, it makes me wish I... more

I

The man—Grandpa's friend—said,

Welcome to Heaven on Earth.

He wore overalls and climbed in

through the... more

THE SKULL OF A UNICORN

It “might” be a hoax.
That’s what they’re reporting. 
“Might” be a hoax. 
Not is a hoax.
Not... more

like when I stand with the kitchen scissors in the citygarden, / thunderloving a green skinned fruit. // He hears my kisses, a wall grabber, the neighbors’ dog / left out in the cold.      here’s to his / soft wet nose      and a part of me / that bleeds dogblood, impure.

I have been trying very hard / to consider the window’s pane, / but life keeps occurring beyond it. / Two gangs who were firing .45s / at each other across our busy street / inadvertently shot a lady in the forehead.

Juicy

            “This album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to... more

you want back to ‘93: to soft skin / & nights driving down dirt road / & the desire to still be— / breathing, you want to say / but instead you think of all the things you wish / she was not

You’re beating him, he needs to protect / the plate and his at-bat, throw something / outside the zone! something he can’t / possibly hit, think how afraid he must be / of you.

Interrupting

      and above the dryer on the back porch she let hang three pieces of purple glass—sometime broken—taped together... more

Re: Re: Personal Ad #5 (A Kiss Worth Three Lives)

My father was in the war and told me never to ask
if a soldier ever killed... more

.I

Be a 22 year old American boy—get really drunk and embarrass yourself in front of the beautiful, freckled,... more

I Was A White Girl In A Crowd Of White Girls In The Park

The NSA did nothing after I left a document open on my laptop. In it, I... more

I. / A yawning / Pitbull puppy / dipped in gold.

The boy has horrible teeth and a bicycle. They’re yellow, his teeth, and after school the children take a tree branch to his... more

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i'm gandhi on the beaches
of northern california
i take comfort
in the fact that
the government watches me
on public... more

Absorbed

I was returning to a Texas town I had no business in,
and when I took him back into my bed, snuck into
his office... more

burrow

you traced along the freckles on my back
with black ink,
like a crumpled constellation

i looked at the picture and... more

you can call me the Boom Doctor

I have your emptied-out torso on the operating table

Tops Like Arrows

Dan’s Trans Am smashed into the guardrail,
him doing 75, all hopped up
on Dexatrim and Coors Lite.
I remember... more