POEM ALONE

I need to go to a funeral. I haven’t been to a funeral in a while. I don’t remember the last one I went to. I need to go to one so I don’t f...

Blank space between train whistles passing empty river, the swamp. A stalled truck at the edge of my eyes. Maybe it’s love, your shoulder pr...

Now I know that moss-covered rocks smell different to moss-covered trees that moss covered trees smell different to one another that the str...

‘i win’ he says ‘i know the game’                          and                       sometimes                          she believes        ...

The wind blows through the trees on an oboe, the fields unfurl like sheet music— the long fences the staff, the crows on the line the notes....

Read this in the voice of a coward. Over- whelmed and unfulfilled all at once. Sometimes appearing equally matched, but not quite. With no o...

for Pascale Petit Harold Raby Collection, Manchester City Art Gallery   Unlike eggs, their treasure, is not within. These are inside out. Lo...

As I step out In the morning On my way to work Clutching my bag and Disobedient hair, I am aware of myriad patterns of light and shade - und...

I peck at particles like meteor dust An offering of egg, rice and chicken Skittering from a moto bike. Outside the beauty salon the girl For...

When they canonized me, I felt a buzz in my leg. I was anointed by a bottle left over; once lost,  now found. Limbs loosening with the flick...