Poems, etc.

I wrote a poem that I've since forgotten — about golden nightingales, about tiny dogs in tiny caskets. One day, when I find the words...

We live in a low green pasture. The neighbors' children are in and out of the house. Their laughter is like two warm palms of sunlight...

i feel sorrow coming towards me like a slow slamming door lord, let me sleep through these raging eyeless storms i forgot how to dream...

i shot down a few stars on the drive over and not a single one followed me home can you believe the wind's so high tonight whistling...

We're the only customers in a Chinese buffet in Montgomery, Alabama. It's 3PM on a Thursday and a hurricane's coming through. I listen to...

I’ll know it’s really summer when the  weeds are taller than me; when the rain washes the afternoon like a hand sliding over a mirror...

In a dream I wake up and can’t  find you anywhere. The clouds are pink fangs and the house is a mouth full  of wind. I can trace the...