Reading A Favorite Snippet of John Ashbery from John Ashbery’s “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror” How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that…
Blog, My Poems Your Hands, Like Discarded Feathers That morning, you told me you were terrified of poetry as a child. You told me stories of vines, stories of the things that…
Blog, My Poems Apartment-Living You turn in your sleep, and it is at times like these when I wish you could wake and listen: I am ill. I…
Blog, My Poems Hypochondriac You and your wings have left me paralyzed—the ‘skeltered wings hanging like crows’ nests, indefinitely, fusing together like salt and ice. And…
Reading Reading Lynn Emanuel inside gertrude stein Right now as I am talking to you and as you are being talked to, without letup, it is becoming…
Blog, My Poems My Love For What Resembles Flutter and burn, you turn almost sideways, glinting like those who lay un-described and silent. Lackadaisical birds. Tell me something other than your two…
Blog, My Poems Psychology & Wine (I apologize in advance; this poem needs a lot of work.) Psychology & Wine 1. At first, when she was nervous, the girl peeled the…
Blog, My Poems Early Signs Of— It was on a night like this when I stopped trying to find you. Your body disappeared, and I was left in a sea of…
Blog, My Poems Speech Impediment You often says things in which I can say little in return—my growing deficiency—and the sky turns yellow. We lay a blanket in a field…
Blog, My Poems A Poem–different from my usual work SPRING MORNING It is without a word that you follow me outside like a lumbering shadow. We reach the sidewalk, our steps matching. Wind tangles…
