I look at myself,/ in the mirror,/ reflecting my persona./ I touch up my makeup,/ just a notch,/ but suddenly, I

She was heavenly/ She was calm/ She was motherly/ She was pure/ She was peaceful/ She was the light

The handful of young men and women invited to the house on Liberty Street united in a common goal:

The hours are to be trusted in the rigor of their length./ As the day wears on, skin flakes mark your absence.

Bubbles of sounds/ in red orange and blue/ sparkling their way/ through the night sky,/ drifting like

As you drift off,/ you imagine a poem/ about the night sky/ which talks about/ fairy dust/ and candy

Don’t you know the difference between a potato and a lion?/ That’s odd.// They put lions on pajamas

That was it. I wasn’t able to be free,/ wasn’t prepared to carry the load, not entirely./ I was too young. And

Common tongue passed back/ and forth, tenuous communication// stretched over a canvas/ of silence

When I'm dead I wonder will I know it/ and if I will if there's something I can/ do about it but if not at least

The Usurpation; Or: How the Honor of Store Location 1293 of the Ragin’ Raccoon Pizza House Franchise

Ingrid didn’t like birthdays. She didn’t mind getting older—a sheer measurement of time—and supposed

—clerk at the auto shop// someone said the world will end today./ asteroid. solar flare. nuclear armageddon

The scourge slipped over her/ Like a silk sheet./ Soft at first,/ And then gently suffocating./ Sleepy laughter

Fog horns sound though/ air soaked in blackness./ All evening long listening/ to hiss of trucks, cars.// Shadows

The little girl and boy were screaming. Not the bad screaming. Not Mia’s screaming. Lucretia stood in the

The treetops are clouded with mist./ Same as the waterway,/ dampness sponging our curious faces/ as it

Smoke crawls up the chimney and surfaces into the air. It dissipates, although not really gone, not ever gone.

The warm sun felt good on the old man’s skin. He stood on the balcony, gazing down into the garden. “A

A man of beauty,/ A man of wisdom,/ A man of power,/ Oh such a man he is./ He lives for that final hour/