Poetry

Self-Portrait as M.C. Escher Drawings

Kaleidoscopes in the eyes fracture her clavicles onto the ceiling, his stubble projected onto the wall across the room. Flower vases hang in the air. Everything is where nothing is. It’s all spilling, doubling back—material materializing. I reach...

Unhinged

Desperationis the goth cousin of zany,zany is mania’sslutty little sister,and the tiny producersliving behind my eyesare having a...

The Art of the Found Poem: Interview With Nazifa Islam

Nazifa Islam is the author of the poetry collections Searching for a Pulse (Whitepoint Press, 2013) and Forlorn...

Rungs for Birds

The process of growing brancheslooks painful,brutal even.I gaze upat this treeand the branches arespears.Did they erupt from the...

What We Do When the Power Comes Back On

Empty the freezer of meats in foil, many from lost origins. Have we eaten lion? Does the black bear howl...

to understand a thing

to understand a thing you must tend toward it cup it in both hands and smudge ink across the idea of it your neophyte observations will be textured rough...

When Longitude and Latitude Collude

To have or to evoke emotion, how ya gonna keep us, Baba Ram Dass, after we've achieved the speed of light. Be not amused,...

Three Poems From Ghazals 2023 (forthcoming)

5/ Your mind equals the woodwind section flute and freelance oboe played by Humiston. I brush the sidewalk as I wait for you to change the room the...