Your Poetry is Too White! Where’s the Fire Alarm?

To the writer/painter of gilded golden landscapes

No Poetry on the News Tonight

Lacerated Poetry

Tower of absence

Poem

I see Antelao and I want to say something
Instead, I turn into Antelao
At the center of…

Voices In My Head

Driftwood

A Poem

Poem: 2009 Tornado

2009 Tornado

The clouds were vicious 
Their fangs hung loose
Like a horror story
Come true

for every meal of my life

Isn’t it funny that 
the chair I’m sitting on is the same one 
you used to fling across the living room?

Open Secrets

Dysfunction is normal

The fact that we are dysfunctional is not a secret; and funny.
All families are…