Conflating faces,giggling, clappinghands and scribblingsituations,dressing actorsup, like dolls,and making littlekissy noises,playing doctor,diagnosis:same as me,I’m represented(take my money),kinks and squeesand innocenceand cinnamonand puritans,and everythingis calibratednicely, setto my specificScoville rating(half as hot asjalapeño),vetted, deemedunproblematic,well-informedby modern poppsychology,a parrot’s speech,a popinjaywith all his favoritewords in onevertical clip,a sassy littlebit of cheek,a nonconformistà la mode(so take my money)up to dateon… Continue reading

This July, I’m going to write a short poem (or a long one, who knows?) every day. I’ll post them once a week until the month is over. That pretty much explains it, I think. July 25th, 2026 It’s not tomorrow ’til I sleep,and I can stretch tonight as faras this unfinished July 26th, 2026… Continue reading

This July, I’m going to write a short poem (or a long one, who knows?) every day. I’ll post them once a week until the month is over. That pretty much explains it, I think. July 18th, 2026 Living by the image—everywhere I turn I’ve tucked remindersof whatever I wanted to remember,pictures and paragraphs—on the… Continue reading

This July, I’m going to write a short poem (or a long one, who knows?) every day. I’ll post them once a week until the month is over. That pretty much explains it, I think. July 11th, 2026 The neighborhood garage saleattracts the bargain bin fiends,the folks who’d gladly pay morethan what their neighbor asks… Continue reading

This July, I’m going to write a short poem (or a long one, who knows?) every day. I’ll post them once a week until the month is over. That pretty much explains it, I think. July 4th, 2026 Charcoal briquettes, eachlaid in the best position,glow in harmony. July 5th, 2026 Winning one in every seven… Continue reading

This July, I’m going to write a short poem (or a long one, who knows?) every day. I’ll post them once a week until the month is over. That pretty much explains it, I think. July 1st, 2026 “Now listen,” said Morris,”you came at me like,’gimme all the money in your wallet,’and listen, all I’m… Continue reading

Observe your breath in the chill of nightand hold the body that keeps you warm—to feel the stars of the northern skyarrest your eyes, to behold their redsand blues, to shiver, is such a lucky thing!With every call of the crickets, music—rivers, ribbits, a rhapsodyof forest played to the fallen treesand dedicated to darkened moon.The… Continue reading

Spanning high above the canyon’schaparral and stones, a dozenlanes afloat on pools of fog—thepurple rises in the easternsky, the orange west is blinding—I the driver chase the evening’slight to seek the summer’s daughterwading in the shallows, waiting,dressed in skin and sun, her shadowstretching tall across the sand—butI the driver, borne aloft bydreaming, borne by pillars… Continue reading