It is a cold March – trees have yet to sprout leaves Here and there an evergreen lends color to otherwise Grey and charcoal trunks and...

Outside my window, planes land deafening, their wings too close to mask the sound. It’s heavy overhead; I gaze, amazed as hushed yells...

There's a place in my bones where I've buried you, a shallow grave between yesterday and today that will never overgrow with flowers....

Did you know I was watching you, the day the sun set fire to the bridge? You skipped rocks - I was watching you through the dense pine...

The collective sigh of relief is an insult, as if the least favorite relative is dead at last and, finally, the china goes where it...

Rust is iron oxide forming on iron-based metal exposed to the elements when its protective coating wears off. A sign of aging and...

I invited my mother to dinner With some of my closest friends. She passed the bread To my friend from the summer After high school. The...

For some time now, I have been thinking about, and sometimes writing about cover songs. By “writing about cover songs,” I usually mean...

Twenty TVs echo cacophonously, each tuned to the same station, half lagging two seconds behind. Smells of medicine and piss coat the...

I wear special clothes when I visit my dad. I have a routine. When I get home from school, I head to the far closet at the end of the...

The announcement came mid-march in a one-room apartment in Ohio a hellfire warning from a golden trombone with an elongated saqueboute–...

Time is dead in the shop. It sags beneath its jaunty green paint job, applied by well-meaning relatives, the placard announcing its...