How your eyes dissolve the melancholy of nights staring up
The Ceiling Pipe [Poetry]
My Books [Poetry]
I tore it open and removed every book
Elegy [Poem]
Here you may live a hundred hollow dark years.
Fall Thunder [Poem]
Halloween falls to the children's knees and imaginations.
Else [Poem]
But your feet made such rude remarks to the wait-staff.
He Said, She Said: A Conversation in a 98 Jeep [Poem]
"You can come in, but you have to replace what you break."
Silent Moonlight [Poem]
Record, she’s a creeping spider.
How to Go Back to Our Being in the Wind of Suspicion? [Poetry]
Blurring and delineating your face in the darkness of memory.
Funnel-web [Poetry]
The best it can do is bite me.
Freeways are stories with white lines [Poetry]
I knew in high school something. Even then ...
