From poetry

After Life

CIVIL WAR HEADSTONES

Fate Stewart,
two rows over
from Gip Sword.

 

OUT HERE

Dust and silence of
the moonscape …

Blank Cards

In his wallet, he carries business cards,
coal black, with no text, no nothing,
on either side.
His fingers, long …

Farrhaven

A jumble of buildings squatted some distance away, dark and low
Poised to do danger on the flat farmlands that …

Let’s Eat

Let’s reinvent geometrical beauty. How weather looks
when painted on a page. How the page hangs crooked
and turns into …

$934,550.00

> I.

Out of fuckin’ nowhere, my former jazz instructor appears,
crashing out through the back of my closet, chortling …

Undeliverable

In his wallet, he carries business cards,
coal black, with no text, no nothing,
on either side. Except that’s not …

Getaway

On the pop-up ad for
romantic winter retreats,
I click “No thanks, I’ll stick to
my boring motel” because

one …