Category Archives: Poetry

I missed the girl down the street’s 7th birthday party at the YMCA to drive to New York & celebrate my great-grandfather; old Jewish man, a lingerie salesman – a miracle to me. I was closer to the number zero … Continue reading →

i. She is a gentle Sunday morning where you patter out barefoot to see the rain murmur down casement windows in the kitchen. She is a cup of coffee and fresh flowers and the one who seeks things amidst the … Continue reading →

My body becomes a war of attrition and I am sat like Wilfred Owen in a November foxhole – killed one week before the guns stopped firing. I waited a long time to tell you that what I desired was … Continue reading →

The last time we performed the duet, we walked back in the mid-afternoon rain; the music followed us home. You carried the case for your violin, my hands became too preoccupied in protecting the quarter notes and treble clefs that … Continue reading →

is the fun fact about myself I tell all the boys at house parties. They blink rapidly and then dissolve into laughter. And the island that sits somewhere between thumb and forefinger, is always at the back of my mind. … Continue reading →