They accuse us of weaponizing our tears,
yet when those tears are spent
and we have no choice but to
wave the white flag
and change the locks, the
best we can do in the endless cold war
we’re left with
is
file the necessary forms
in the bureaucracy they buil…
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Weapons System
It's All of Us
To know this the way I know
we can make music together
when separate,
to know this palpable presence
in the emptiness of silent rooms
& then embrace it for what it is,
and to know it isn’t just the singular you
but the plural when I consider
your survival …
With Gratitude
With Gratitude
(a Thanksgiving Poem)
I will eat these late-season berries
blue
as the sky on better days.
I will roast this squash
with oils pressed
from fruit of the the olive branch
the one the dove carried in her heart
through a s…
The Ceiling Stares Back (but never answers)
& so the question
comes down to
whether to
stay or go
after all.
although not even
the most prescient
among us thought to
ask the ceiling this:
what cost does any kind
of future come to?
is this the day
i grow the…
MAN BUN DIARIES
He was woke.
He'd been on a pilgrimage to Maté Latte.
His man bun was untidy and his five-day growth perfectly trimmed.
His mother sent him skinny jeans and quinoa facial scrub for Samhain each year,
and his lover wore it natural downtown.
It was the best of times, it was t…
METAPHOR IN WINTER
In dreams
the winter is deep
and children are taught the nature of cycles
as carefully as we teach the cycles of nature.
In dreams
symbols dance among the sta…
GHOST WORD
From the time when only men wrote about road trips
I squeezed myself into the narrative,
these winding roads my only companion
on this journey where mountains meet sea,
home neither ahead nor behind me
because it is a thing I carry with me at all times
& that is something which…
AFTER THE BURN
skeletons of blackened trees erect a monument to themselves in this twisted landscape where corruption burns itself in effigy and settles for pennies on the dollar in which a spark of anything but Light (well past the point of redemption) can signal the first s…
LOVE LITERALLY IN METAPHOR

Let us speak entirely in metaphor today
let us agree to believe
in a literal interpretation of this love only
as it passes between us in its journey
to places beyond the sun that remain unnamed
even in our wildest imaginings
(because the answers are never as important
…LOVE ATE CROW AND I LET IT
(or... Love for Love's Sake, Ego for God's Sake)
If this is love, give me another metaphor
for Sisyphus rolling that stone uphill
to the feet of Prometheus,
only to watch myself devoured by crows
while repeating never more
again and again
forever
bound to these roles
o…
There Might be Dragons
as unlikely as it is
there would be a savior
whose birthday still confuses us
with respect to what gifts to bring
and as unlikely as it is
there would be a jolly man
whose pastime fills volumes
with images of el…
The Knave Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
a rogue he was creeping, watchful for a spouse.
No husband to stop him from creeping and lurching,
no one to surprise him or stop him from searching.
Just that old rogue, once again sni…
The Golden Ticket
They sleep on bus station floors
wrapped in each other
on well-bought sleeping bags,
their guitar the perfect piece
of accent furniture
for shelving s…
Circular Ellipsis
at twenty I wrote a poem
that would be a song sung
by a woman in her twenties when I was sixty
at thirty I wrote a poem
that was a dream I had at twelve
of a woman who is eternal
at forty I found that place
between the biding time and fully awake
which activated at fifty
when …
When Raised by Princes
This is what happens when royalty
which exists independent of the empire,
which springs from the loins of the tribe itself,
makes it past the checkpoints
& other measures meant to filter them out.
This is what happens when that …
Gravenstein
This was the scent that marked the end of summer
and the inevitable waltz into autumn's
colorful dance of crisp air and sweaters:
Cousin Tommy's delivery of
his annual bushel of gravensteins
from the tree at the end of his drive.
This was an afternoon of peeling and slicing -
al…
Diogenes Shrugged
“Fuck Atlas,” she sighed,
pouring another glass of wine
and adjusting her tiara.
“He doesn't interest me nearly as much
as that dude who wandered through the dark
looking for an honest corporation.”
I didn't have the heart to tell her
she had it wrong
or perhaps she didn't ha…
again
sunrise
this
painted lady
i cannot take my eyes off
& by noon i am drunk
on her perfume
clutching
this wild bouquet
between my teeth
stumbling up
the aisle of spring
as if this all wasn't new
not at all concerned
with
my
reputation
Of Cabbages and Kings
December licks the winter garden with an icy tongue
and I am left to wonder if there will be too little green
to gift neighbors with on the eve of newborn Kings.
Despite tales of old and promises of eternity
I begin to suspect this is no longer the season of wonder
of miracle births and hope for r…
Mom's Angel Cake
Mom's Angel Cake
Sift one and a half
cups sugar. Measure
one cup cake flour
before sifting. Sift
three times with one
half cup sugar and a
half teaspoon salt. Whip
twelve egg whites until
foamy. Add one teaspoon
cream of tartar and beat
until soft peaks form.
Add one cup of sifted sugar
one t…
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