Barely concealed, each woman waits for my eyes to betray me,a self-conscious stab of silence…
The day he burned his eyes out with a letter opener, his fingers smelled like oranges. The light…
The cure for psoriasis is suicide
His poems were about jazz, Chicago, a father who wasn’t.His poems were percussive,a…
I forgot what the floor looked likein the bedroom where my wife freaked out over a silverfish,
Winter sounds