This poem appeared in the Summer 2021 issue of Slant. I. The scars on the wood on this table beneathMy mug tell no good tales, they tellNo good stories but with dark grooves they cutConstellations in a dirty sky. Shadows fall across them,Chasing and resolving the black ash of horsesBurnt into barren hillsides, ancient with …
This poem appeared in the Fall 2019 issue of The Lyric Magazine and received the publication’s Leslie Mellichamp Prize. Follow the shore as it rises alee,Bereft of the wind and deprived of the sea.Follow it northward, past stone and past tide,And keep to the coast ‘til the current has died.See where the cliff falls away …
What if the features splayed across my face Did not do justice to my character? ‘They are all male’ and ‘They are all in wigs’ Tom Lubbock wrote, but they are not the same. Each visage has a quirk, a mortal flaw, A human element, a needle in the hay, A miniature totem in a …
What does he deliver, the postman? Unfinished pale streaks coming together in one hand, Blood red outlining the other, blue etches that show the sky, What do they possess? What did he see in those beady dark eyes that followed him around the studio, Pink face vomiting green beard? Does the postman deliver only blue?