Explore
Deathexpand_more“You mean to fall in love with your wife while I’m gone,” she said.
The boy had never before seen his father hopeless. He was afraid.
If Vann kisses her, a mist will rise in her brain. A promise of oblivion.
Dogs electrocuted, set on fire. What buys the right to drown a dog?
Her mother is a locked door with another door behind it.
I was only five when Dad told me I had died. “You drowned,” he said.
All my life I wondered what it is to vanish like a ring of smoke.
If only to hold on by opening lord give me this one eighth day
Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.
His eyes always astonish her. Iridescent blue, flecked with black. Her husband was gone, two years later than she should’ve thrown him out.
The guy from the funeral home can’t get the gurney into the house.
Her city, but no cats. Specks of color, no cloth.
The Others came in the light of day and splayed Father open.
These sounds for you, verbs of attraction. Matters of tense.
Design a way to kill those rats, and do it now, Fiori, do it now.
Re: murdering democracy, oiling the shore, shearing the rain forest.
The next time we made love, I looked for the fox looking down at me.
The war was about to begin, and the four boys were
in charge.
The lion was still near them, stalking. Crazed against its cautionary nature.
There isn’t a nice Jewish boy in sight—not that I’m looking for one.
I make a point of smelling the lilac every day that first week in May.
I was opposed to the taking of human life. I was opposed to all war.
We’re stuck floating around on the surface of our lives like kids in a pool.
Oh they pay me well. I make a small fortune. Yes they pay me well.
The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.
No one was awake and I was hungover young as clean as a piano.
Yes, Sweetness, a white shadow shimmers on the X-ray of the future.
You and the cat wish I were baking pumpkin pie and we were happier.
“When we heard the horn, we left—our faces wet—not looking back.”
Without a working title, a poem could muddle meaning, confuse purpose.
