Fiction & Poetry
on hearing the news
brenda is dying
janey is throwing tantrums
laura is barren and molly peed her pants
and angela is lonelyandjakeishungryandhaiti
isdrowningandbutterfliesaredancingand
i
can’t
breathe.
crying is redundant
complaining is indulgent
so i stare at the embers of campfires
and ignorance
longing for a moment
infused...
February 22nd, 2010 | Poetry | Read More
The Long Surrender
And then came the long surrender…
- B.H. Fairchild, “Rave On”
The larger church an hour away came courting
and my father accepted the call.
Whether it was his will or God’s,
the son had no choice but to follow.
It was the first exodus of my memory;
a confused goodbye to yellow...
December 3rd, 2009 | Poetry | Read More
marriage: a study
it’s always at night
the whirring fan
the sweat of a too hot day
under too hot sheets
all that closeness
that exposes all that vastness
between who i am
and who are you
my closet renegade
my faraway bedfellow
the thundering sundering silence between us
suffocates me
while you sleep
unflinching
unfeeling
unaware...
November 19th, 2009 | Poetry | Read More
We Talked For A Little Too Long Over Cold Coffee and Classical Music
Yes yes
There is that
And there is that
Too
I hear my bus
So please just be good
Today my friend.
October 12th, 2009 | Poetry | Read More
Königseeache
photo by Andrew Shepherd
Buried in allergen-swell sockets -
parrying eye for eyes, the Right
affection appetent for Yukon in
a cup. Leaking over my bedspread,
Dawn finds a cleft and whispers
A gentle meniscus, floating Past
my ear, and in the sense We know
the majesty of snowdrops in June.
Outside, drills...
September 24th, 2009 | Poetry | Read More
A Long Week, by Ramón Chaparro
I want to give the world a foot massage
“Take a load off,” I’d say
“You’ve had a long week”
I want to buy backpacks for crack babies
Teach them E=mc2
Sing them the theme to Fat Albert
Show them the correct dosage of sugar for kick-ass Kool-Aid
Tell them their mothers’...
April 12th, 2008 | Poetry | Read More


