Poems

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  • NOT ALL SKELETONS ARE MUSEUM QUALITY

    Under a sky as hazy-blue-polluted
  • Promiscuous and Thanking My Breasts

    Promiscuous is what my mother
  • The Last Few Feet

    And so the thyme fell and spilled a neat pile
  • Three Poems

    My fingers grow white with winter, blood
  • SUNDAYS | ALONE

    Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,
  • Forced March

    I remembered it wrong, the scene in the film
  • Me & Whiskey

    Collided hard
  • Visitor’s Coming

    I’ve laid out
  • A Fable: The Floss-Silk Tree and the Philodendron

    In Brazil they call the floss-silk  palo borracho
  • Four From Delos

    Saw the ring of her
  • Three Poems

    Being adopted means I have choices on “The Meaning of Your Name”
  • Weather Report

    These white stripes of day achieve