poetry

A Renegade in Atlantic City

It's all technique.

Me Today Primary category in which blog post is published

Standing in front of the glass my image was reflected back

Emily’s red dress overlaying my jeans and T-shirt, my short neck where her slender one would be.

On Translating al-mu‘allaqāt, The Hanging Poems

"Endless night, won't you clear off/with the coming dawn?"

Kah Kow

I eat it extra dark.

The Ambien Diaries

The first thing I always notice, after the mild cottonmouth that serves as the universal announcement of a chemical taking effect on the body, is that I’m not alone.