A Poem of Severe ImportI 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 DiedI 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. VonnegutI 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...
If You’re Reading This, My Neighbor, I’m Sorry I Didn’t Invite You in for a DrinkYou told me your cat died today and that you were afraid to go inside because then her absence would greet you the way she used to,...
A Reflection on ReflectionsA 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,...
An Observation I Had One Day While Reading BukowskiWhy is it, Mr. Bukowski— if I may refer to you in formal terms— that every time I read your poetry I feel like… well… your poetry? Small...
After I ShowerI 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 ZilchWhen 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 WisdomI’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...