Mouths of Flowers I want to publish a book filled with poems that you can’t read you will have to touch them you will have to breathe...

Dry Run old days have folded — I’m calling to nothing. they were rushed, now the drumroll is peaking. everything i once loved stands...

distraction of technology the white moon folded back into golden clouds in blue skies like origami hung over peach lilies the sun...

Home Time The winter sun echoes braziers, farewell flares setting low down before teatime’s strawberry jam is spread on buttered...

They waited. Shoulder to shoulder they sat on the front porch plucking freshly thorned briers from their skin. Born eleven months apart,...

‘Just now I have begun to think that if it were possible I would prefer Tai to enter me and feel her pushing against my organs. I would...

Spare Parts M. Amelia Eikli and David Ralph Lewis Thought Library Media, 2018. In visual poetry, there is perhaps more than any other...

The President’s House is empty Corollary. Endured, a whitewash. Literally. A golem’s chance. Not just him, though you have marked....

GLENDO RESERVOIR We put up the tents in a thicket of pine and cedar on a ridge overlooking the cove. The site was secluded and quiet, ...

EL PASO Dust. Earth that was maybe red. A city of pain. A decade ago I lived in El Paso, and I slept on a partially-deflated air mattress...