Category: Poetry

I thought Jesus had blown out my tire like taking aim with a rubber band across the median a line between homosexual thoughts SNAP homosexual actions one last warning shot before damnation I felt the thunk before I saw it shaking the entire Subaru thick black rubber spiraling off behind me in the rearview mirror…

The woods are ablaze. We sweat in our greens and yellows, digging a line amidst clouds of fire-chaser beetles. Our arms become our Pulaski’s as we hew to the black. At first, we took selfies of the flames shooting from our drip torches, the pines combusting. But when the burned deer and bear cubs limped…

In the beginning, there was lite beer & fried chicken, a potato salad with   too much mayonnaise, a couch-bound man chained to college pigskins. There was a myth   … [Click here to purchase a copy of the magazine]

A mammoth grub. A glazed croissant. Everything you wish had come full circle. A boat of ghosts rerouted by Charon. The concluding parentheses you always forget to add. Hope’s rib. A winter runner’s frosty eyelash. Your first sledding hill. One of God’s alleles. The toggle of a … [Click here to purchase a copy of…

Red Canna, Georgia O’Keefe, 1924 You, stranger, beside me on the hard, wood bench, lift your eyes to the canvas mirror on the dead white wall—my garden plot, my solitary blossom bed. Petal portal flames feral red. It is always summer here, and every color layers fire, even chalk-white curves and fecund violet. Fix your…

Mama Marilyn! Look over here! No Mama! Not there, over here! I hear my children giggling as I follow their voices inducing me through the passageways of my childhood house. The pitted walls are painted magnolia-white and the white carnations Daddy bought are dry like tongues in a chipped, blue vase along the corridor cluttered…

You taught me the meaning of transgress, not the dictionary gloss but averted glances at the bar where we sat in our darkened corner sipping another black beer as if anti-miscegenation laws still hovered in the Southern air. You tweaked my learning curve later … [Click here to purchase a copy of the magazine]