A Poem of Severe Import

I drank a beer first thing yesterday morning because the night was dark and full of terrors and I’m still frightened and, frankly, upset...

The Day Lincoln Died

I suppose you think I’m talking about the President of the United States of America, but I’m not. Because this feels more important than...

"Masculinity"

Because so I cry sometimes for no reason at all other than that when I had a reason to I felt as if I couldn't.

Dear Mr. Vonnegut

I first read you when I was wayward and lost, wanting to find the straightest line back to the path I’d started on. But you told me to...

A Reflection on Reflections

A question I’m forced to face on a daily basis is why the mirror loves to pull pranks and make me cranky and mangy and, frankly,...

After I Shower

I put my socks on first and then I eat a peach. I do that because I like how it sounds, eating a peach with, in only socks. The socks...

An Itch for Which We Know Zilch

When I asked my doctor if it were terminal, he said, “not the eczema, but the psychosis ain’t going nowhere.” And then I punched the air...

On Time and Wisdom

I’m older now, exactly eight seconds older than before I began this poem. And in the time it took to begin and reach here, I’m now both...