Gunman Me

flash poetry for Sabina Giado   She showed up in my feed after the shooting saying the wisest of things: “We all really need to examine ourselves and think about what separates us from these gunmen. Patience. Compassion. Humility. Humanity. Will we give those...

From the Women Who Called Forth the Muse

a little flash poetry, for Steph Kent Amidst yet another abstract conversation among the wisest of men Steph showed up fully asking: I’d be interested, if you’re game to share, what you found after the failure of forgiveness? Oh! lovely witness question...

Hearth Fire

mom I love the way you love warm folding of laundry soft fuzzy robes drying dishes, the game of where to put them you rubbing my hands and feet always present for me here beyond memory so let synapses misfire let brains tinder the fire of smiling hearts I thought...

Second Wife

Dear spouse, I want to tell you about grief. No, I don’t. I want to tell you about me – the woman emerging from the ocean in winter, naked. The wife you loved and knew died in my arms yesterday. You’ll be living with me now: Wife 2.0. Lucky man. First the good news. I...