thunder saw the eye of storm, it saw cuttingwind, hail crashing down hard. mud on streets,snapped limbs swooped,zig-zag bolted sky. slick night dash of cars.things built of metal, left out turned to rust.banging shutters tapping house like a drum, orfingers scratching them like washboards in ajug band.listen to backdoor radio, jamboree of the night.nighttime animal... Continue Reading →

my grandfather isgrains of sand floatingto the bottom of anhourglass. he is a sundial measuring flashesby the wrinkles of hisskin. grandpa is achief broker, barteringlitanies to stave offthe reaper. he is amound of earth litteredby the scattered frag-ments of weakness.a cigarette in the old-school hand, an oxygentank in his leftthe inside track is arugged curve-ball,tattered... Continue Reading →

my father is an overgrown jungle.which is to say, his flowers aretangled in the vines. he is a creeper on dampened acres, underpinned byvestments of blackened earth, and stiffening snow. a feral cornucopia,unmaimed by the jaws of pruningshears. he's a quicksand swamp,entrapping me in the mire of tailspin malfunctions. Read More in Poetry

fingering the beads heldtogether by a metal chain,i'm bonded to my father.my attic pulls up scenes ofus in church pews, thecongregation singing. insilence, we listened to thepriest ramble on aboutcrackerjack battles andman-made struggle. as iwrap the cord around mywrist, i murmur hushed,disjointed, litanies of a frailbody. celestial utterancestrap me in a warehouseof stockpiled trophies.centered on... Continue Reading →

the brain is a stronghold caging acute points of drawn-out rolls of film.memoirs are whirling records, unceasing in speed, I hunger to pass over. it'slike I'm trapped in an ingrained filmstrip, on playback like automated doors,revolving on a pulsating cadence without stalling.turbulent bumps are pervasive, hectic remembrances, that aren't gentle tocall up. buried fragments can... Continue Reading →

In the New England dirt, freshmen parents planted roots. A mom, dad, andchild drove around town spotting fledgling land. Settlers without blueprints,a family built a home. Dreams in hands clutched like scratch off tickets forthe jackpot.Dandelion fuzz blown from lips of suntanned children, on egg-on-a-sidewalkevenings. Herds fanned out, playing in hamlet plots and cul-de-sacs. Recycledsongs... Continue Reading →

from the dock with metal bars, we threw lines into the sunlit lake. lures sankto the biting bottom, as worms did a jiggling dance on the hooks. the onlychatter was birds in trees and cars on roads. muffled lips don't move, not amurmur as we sat in placidity.side to side like strangers, we monitored bobbers... Continue Reading →