Technicians [Poem]

...sitting by the sofa, bought in a fit of unfocused ambition

The Case for Poetry [Poetry]

So open this book. Read.

Our Glowing Web [Poetry]

I break with my hand, that wraps around fingers

The Ceiling Pipe [Poetry]

How your eyes dissolve the melancholy of nights staring up

My Books [Poetry]

I tore it open and removed every book

Elegy [Poem]

Here you may live a hundred hollow dark years.

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."

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.