Poem of the Month | March

Anamasis I fill the backstage with cobwebbed footwork, dressed like a dead end and painted for performance – I fill the backstage with a glare, I pop the top of a can of coke as a leather jacket fondles me with faded tattoos and the adhesive hands of a Brit who swears across stadiums everyone…

Featured Poem | December

Libertine I live in venerable skin of temple, fermented and collapsing, damned and haunted by the eradication of how all at once you existed alabaster emblem coughing and leaving earthquakes along the potholes and sidewalk weeds, you snuff the paparazzi, pelicans and pecans invading chin and belly – a bellow of monologue stampeding the ball…

Featured Poem | November

I’m Living the Dream why am I so calm at 3 a.m.? my eyes blink once for each passing hour and a threesome left to rotten out the back of my eyelids, left to impregnate the hunger turning my bones to cinder outside, she dyes blonde and mauve, like spring pressed to her lips –…

Featured Poem | September

Final Game we were married       and no one knew, seven stacks of pancakes versus a german chocolate cake made by midnight, and a long cool woman in a black dress mostly echo. mostly vermont maple siphoned from barns, mostly the high end of your hand absorbing my chin, from pucker to pucker…

Featured Poem | August

I Live in a Vision come steep, come shroud like your mouth       I turn to prunes decay claymation sprawled from the back of my throat towards each earlobe            I live in a vision.   we don’t taste. we don’t die. we don’t flip up our lids and…

Featured Poem | July

Sofia We took turns exchanging earthquakes in the bathroom                Kiss me, New Mexico – the tattoo of el diablo                Spanning her back, knocking on strangers doors                Because every house looks the same Silhouette Sophia,…

Featured Poem | June

I am stuck in your skin I am stuck in your skin. It all stops when I look at you, I am whittled down into fractions & sea foam, your limp eyes, a focal folly of submission and desperation caught hiding in the way you stare through sums of aphasiac tongues I negate your abuse…