Coincidence did not cause the young man’s cheek to share the curve of mine in his gray, buttered face. His finger-combed hair wet with grease, his white, Sunday shirt folded one flip from his wrists as he squints, grins, leans…
I dreamed of the day, In the dead of winter, A dreary day, When I’d step off the train And see you there- The day of our meeting- Yet like two old friends Reuniting After years apart, The warm embrace…
Meet me in the mountains Of Oregon (Washington’s been having too many fires). It won’t be hard to find me- Just look for the earthship, There aren’t too many. And the big plot of land All set up for you…
That day, Ezzie didn’t fantasize about leaving her husband the way she did every other day of the week, which when calculated, amounted to five prickly years of wishing. And where this feeling came from didn’t matter to her; what…
Your voice alights on my armhair, a whiff of cigar smoke— caramel, and ghostly— “Cities die; let them.” Black thing to say. I patter around it as you swell. Graces and fits filled Her once, leaning trailing wisps filtering down…
The day after my mother’s funeral I called Comcast to cancel her cable TV account. A recorded message led me through a series of choices. Most concerned new services I could sign up for and none involved cancelling an account….
The thunder polka of a new romance Began today on my left foot, the one Believed to lead suggestiveness astray. True love’s a waltz: it’s measured and mature Like patience set to action. Dance decodes The blood, translates the shadows…