The porch squeaks as I make my way outside And sneakily find my way into the nook of your neck It feels like we’re twentysomethings again...

First published in Poet's Choice. Hands on a hard body, that’s what we were A tangle of broken bones, souls slowly interwoven into...

When the heat wave set records in Albuquerque by 6am, I sat in my closet and called my disaster friend in Chicago. She listened, murmured...

Dust clings to shoes pleading to be elsewhere. Still foliage in calm wind and icy water evaporate from lonely cairns of stone. Mist hazes...

My heart is that little red tomato On my grandmother’s side table, From which I delighted in Pulling out and pushing in Yellow-headed...

Every day is the same. Every day sunlight and the cat's hoarse pleas spill through the crack beneath the bedroom door, pool...

Today I’m sitting in front of my psychotherapist and crying in all earnestness because I’m not getting the Nobel. Forget that – I don’t...

My love doesn’t speak, She’s quiet with the door open. And breathes when it's not. My love waits for me, Like the cross on Sunday’s. A...

I wield stories in my body like so many knives on a butcher’s block I am chilly and distant but also lush and abundant mercurial...

Maybe you think I’m beautiful because it’s autumn. Everything looks gorgeous when bathed in honeyed light. Your hand cradles the clutch...

I see your lips close around words of worlds of wisdom, and suck on the history of Neverland and papaya meadow politics, slurping at the...

If I had known when I was thirteen instead of hiding behind a door of shame maybe I could have breathed I think I may have even dreamed...