Morning gets angry and destroys a city
not New York, too obvious, but suppose
it’s on the coast. Suppose we’re the first to... more

                             in response to a student evaluation for a science fiction class, Fall 2018

Student, it’s true—I prefer... more

this poem starts on a tuesday in Kansas

a twister settles in. there is a twister dancing 
in the... more

Goats and cows’ dreams have little pull yet. Cheese
is still cheese, piston driven milkers likely painful. The future
of... more

                                                           
                                         ... more

I am split nails, stubs of my fingers. I am a mouthful of dental picks,
the disposable kinds that clog up the ocean and sea... more

It Worked Out a Way to Survive

The Venus he gave me ate another daddy
longlegs. They were still... more

We ate dinner with our heads down masticated silence Mom slathered hot sauce on everything including Dad’s words and the ones he... more

FANTASIA FOR FOUR HANDS

Hello. This is my body. 
It makes me terrible. 
Someone opens it... more

Precarious Poem

I’m craigslisting again and this time, 
I’m in Portland hanging plants

next to... more

after Britney Spears

The camera pans—is this... more

I was standing in line for a movie and a movie played in my head.
I was standing in line for a movie and the movie I was waiting to see... more

Dear Naomi,

Please find enclosed some clippings from the local fishwrapper.  I’ve underlined the... more

You need to know
the world used to be softer.
This new color sharpens & blinds.

When it arrived,
people crashed their cars,
stumbled... more

Amoral Impurity

Picking at ingrown
pubes on the porch swing
in the sun on the first
summery day... more

I vomit discretion, magic tricks, a glass ashtray. I take a break
from vomiting & light a bottle rocket.

I crave the lack of my thousand siblings...

I am lonely and just learning how to say I'm lonely...

When he wasn't looking / I snuck / a spoonful...

"My Favorite Hat," "Blue Hawaii Hat," and "Rust is a Color, the Tech Sergeant Told Me"

"Review of the Eiffel Tower," "Something to Worry About," and "Misery Is a Little Gray Ceramic Pig"

Before my grandmother had a habit of running wild with the rabbits...

In the dark room, the computer screen...

Swans, in orbital silence, garble questions...

I should tell you I used to be in an imaginary band...