SURFThe problem with water isit forgets what it retains. Rememberthere’s salt in the top most shelf –you put it there along with the dried fish, the pickled papaya, and the ghost of your father trapped in the salt shaker. There is much to say about putting things away – how we overlook the folds in — read more

The Ending In a story – a girl takes her backpack and runsinto the forest. The mist, the green, the smell,and the quiet. She had been missingfor 10 days before they remembered wherethey put her: In the news, her parents remained silent butthe town sung of tumult. No child could havewalked away like that. No — read more

In the Mind of a Sleeping Cat There was no god to begin with: only a small spectral entity lumbering up a tree. Not ennui, not cosmic meta-physicality swinging on and on and so forth in the self or its awareness of person. What is existence but the I am, what is the I am — read more

Pomegranates, Early November I want to be a cat. I want to bethe snowfall in Jersey aftera hurricane’s ruined feat. Knowthis poem follows a template: whereI take your words and stuff themin my mouth. Here I grow hungryand walk short distancesin the San Francisco rain, cupping my handstelling the world that this is the only — read more

Minotaur At the center of it all: no madness,only the slow wither of myth that held youclosed within yourself. You wake upand there is the rest of the dayknowing the beast in you is gone. Left overlunches in the fridge, cookies left coolingon the counter while you sit down and tryto write each word you — read more