In lieu of jewelry, you may borrow my teeth. Sharp and simple stones, strung Along a ribbon of pink gums; warmed inside My mouth—that hearth which knows your shiver And your drowsy drunken sigh. Wear them as you would my gaze In mid-August when you strip Away your clinging...

Sometimes I get emotional over fonts. The curl of a lowercase g that reminds me of your curves. The flirty flick of a serif like those cat-eyes you spent so long perfecting. Sometimes I stare at something utilitarian—Helvetica, Arial—and I think of the simplicity of us. FUCK!You. You took...

:By mid-winter the war was already lost. The soldiers mustered rank and file, thin and slouching. For all their brave victories, they had suffered a defeat of morale. None of them had expected the war to rage quite so long, nor to drag as it had in the quiet...

PART 2:There is the end of alive. There is the beginning of dead. In the middle there is Nameis. There is me. And Music. —We didn’t want him to hear, so we told him to play his music loud. It seemed sickening. His bounding children’s song would be ruined...

There is the end of alive. There is the beginning of dead. In the middle there is Nameis. There is me. And Music. —We didn’t want him to hear, so we told him to play his music loud. It seemed sickening. His bounding children’s song would be ruined afterwards,...

At the corner of the playground at the end of Sutton Lane at a place too high for anyone to reach, there is a camera atop a pole. The pole is nothing special—hollow galvanized steel, wide enough for cables inside. The camera looked at first glance like a bright...

I, spread thin as beggar’s butter Around the spaces of a hollow home A cup of coffee, keys, a needle, a beer Not one is where it ought to be And each appears to me unknown Wayfinders cairns for some forgotten route A mindswept pilgrimage A grayscale kaleidoscopic map...

Standing in the middle of the city, jingling coins in my pocket, I stared longingly at the vending machine in front of me. The sounds of traffic and chatter had dulled out to the screams of my stomach, and my hands were frozen fish sticks in my gloves. The...

Stalwart conifers of Lappland Quiet keepers of the breath of—ClickGem sea, endless eye-blue sky What meridian of lovers’ flesh could—ClickThis is where we died, exalted tillage Of our futile pain, our anguish and our—Click They call her pretty when she’s smiling They call her nothing when she—Click Willful moon,...

Season after season I dress my coffee as you are to me, undressed A pale and simple constant through my winter Every dulcet grain essential To swell the warmth To equal you In spring, I savor whispers of the subtle fruit A day to darken by a shade A...