The Physics of Prayer
Now on display, typed on a 1914 Royal No.10, this poem is a post-confessional meditation on lineage. This piece is part of a larger body of poetic works exploring…
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The muscle which makes up the human heart is a spiral. It is one long tissue twirled in on itself like a thick ringlet of red hair,dispair is the…
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“The time I knew I had it good, the good too soon, a prisioner of fate, the kind that creeps up at times drops all sorts of unexpected gifts…
Keep readingHeirloom Preserves
Typed on a 1914 Royal No.10 and set in a scalloped wood frame, “Heirloom Preserves” is a contemporary poem anchoring a vintage collage of ephemera and fragments of the…
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The way a bonfire clings to fur from wood to door to shower and the steam seams to expand every tiny cloud of smoke still slung over your shoulder…
Keep readinggynandromorph
gynandromorph even when the fool’s spring gets you with its gold and grand reminder of tomorrow’s eternal oblivion, if not a shred remains of that tattered ego to ease…
Keep readingWith Wingbeats Close to the Ground
I wish I were a snow bird.Privileged with the kind of nest egg that buys two way tickets to warmer states on a whim. Sometimes hibernation is more than…
Keep readingin pursuit of answers
why do old timey doctors carry a suitcase with the plus symbol on the side?It’s to pack up your problems into positive baggage.That’s what the back of the popsicle…
Keep readingThe Devil’s Ropes
Did you know, a train once moved spools of wire through Ralph’s gritty lot? The spool tops you now ash cigarettes upon all that remains of American Steel are…
Keep readingHyacinths in Full Sun
On display in the Dublin Poetry Walk this month, featuring 25 poems by 25 poets for National Poetry Month is my poem Hyacinths in Full Sun: Thank you to…
Keep readingTo Be Honest
In the etch a sketch of your existence there will be choices, when to take a full crank turn when to soften the left-right gyrations, a hand-in-hand dance with…
Keep readingChecking Out
It is often the person behind the register who complements the sole patch on the front of my winter jacket, maybe just to fill the dead air while the machine reads my…
Keep readingcome to pass
i hope you find yourself struck in the memories as I did like looking across a canyon so far and now forever changed by the earthquake, the fire, man…
Keep readingRusalka’s Call
New poem published on page 30 of Gnomes & Ungnomes, a picturebook poetry anthology for children. Or return to this page on Poetry-Journal.com next year. Page illustration: watercolor by…
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if we survive this there will be no six feet to mourn over only the decay as it’s scraped from our bones down into a small pile of been,…
Keep readingThe Hallows
You can call us goblins, we don’t mind. It’s dark down here for a reason these warts and boils don’t happen overnight, I know this greenish complexion draws attention…
Keep readingScissors
I trimmed the carpet in my doorway. That’s not a metaphor. I was laying on the floor staring at the ceiling and in my peripheral caught sight of a…
Keep readingOde to a Comfort Food
the stability of the staple tucked in the top cabinet, a little anchor point behind the daily chaos, rations for war time or post-apocalypse and every in between night…
Keep readingStop and Go
what is grief to teach us that the days are short and the sunset is a cliche how a sweater can itch when it never did before but now,…
Keep readingDecennial Verse
thousands of metaphors for the time spent,a measure of existence as currency in itself,mile markers in ones temporal awareness,though philosophers have yet to decide what time can be or…
Keep readingSnow in the Forecast
the socks the hospital sent me home inare green. Google tells me that meansIndependant. I’ll take it.The ominous threat of a biting winterhas my wallet wrung out and shiveringmuch…
Keep readingOn Telehealth, Therapists, & God
Published today by Unstamatic Magazine, read it here. Sneak peek below, Highly reccomend trying out Unstamatic’s “random” button to check out other work in the edition!
Keep readingWhy Don’t We Talk About It
Published in the 22nd edition of The Healing Muse, the annual journal of literary and visual art published by SUNY Upstate Medical University’s Center for Bioethics & Humanities. The…
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They will ask why, and slowly your explanation for leaving will grow shorter, fatigued from feigning remorse, the word sorry starts to sound foreign. You’ll tell someone you want to spend a…
Keep readingav·oir·du·pois
a poem costs ~$7 dollars sometimes for a coffee sometimes for a beer but most times just to sit at a surface sturdy enough to withstand and displace the pressure…
Keep readingnot much feel-good when the circumstances outweigh the circus bit
a chimpanzee breaks free from her keepof menagerie walls to roam war-torn streets. little could she know, the state of decaybeyond the display. habitable jungle? continents away, the zoologist…
Keep readingYou Know Her?
A forlorn tang of wonder lingers on the tongue of response,how many stories has she been diminishedfrom title to subtextjust the scrap of a final wordpearched at the end…
Keep readingSpate
how closeare you keeping to the rabid streamwaded in hip to knee,are your arms out to stabilizethe current threateninglethal precedentevident in the grand jury of fishermen,feet planted in the…
Keep readinga rising tide lifts all
The sun came in with glabrous qualms,demanding a presence before the chilled seasons were done;it seared past the clouds, and scared off the rain;the may flowers withered into fertile…
Keep readingThey Called Her Star Dust
I often write about people we’ve lost to make sure they aren’t forgotten. New poem published in SPLASH! Click here to read the full poem.
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