From May, 2018

Lilliwap

You mumble,
your head burps nonsense,
words a river of babble-rousing slippitude.
Your foot is sucked into your mucky mouth.…

Weirdheart

              You mumble, your head burps nonsense, words a river of babble-rousing slippitude – lids close like Viked pythonic lips. …

Mr. Peregrine

The team of dermatologists stand at the end of her bed, peering at her ravaged skin with benign expressions on …

Miller Island

On this summer morning, when I was perhaps ten years old, my mother drove our old Ford rattledy-clank over the …

The Fifth Season

Now it’s tsuyu,
the stifling June rain.

Your hands are making me hot
and we feel relentless.
Rancid,
my …

This is America

“I’ll take you to the grocer’s,” my mother said,
and took me to the supermarket.
She led me to the …

Via Dolorosa

The tumor the size of an egg yolk in my father’s stomach was not the same as the astrocytoma on …