But What Do I Know?

I know that tangerines are delicious. You know, those little oranges? I know that I never raised my voice at a tangerine. You know, they peel easy. I know what it is to be out up to no good and looking for trouble when somebody comes up all of a sudden and hands me a…… Continue reading But What Do I Know?

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Today is my mother’s birthday

You would’ve been 76. Six months after your death, I’m still stunned. I’m just not in touch with what it means to no longer have a mother on the physical plane. There are so many reminders that: “Here is the woman who brought you into this world.” Now you’re gone and I still exist. In…… Continue reading Today is my mother’s birthday

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Gabbing At You

A rusted bell rattled and clapped deep inside the kitchen phone. Sabina gave Mother a look, stood up, and stepped in. It was Dr. Aikenson. Sabina leaned against the wall, twirling her right index finger around and in through the long, yellow-stained cord. Aikenson proceeded with his prognosis: “I’m afraid that…”

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The Slip

Unbeknownst to us these narratives took hold over and paralyzed our environs.

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All About Birds

Ronnie has long-developed a tuning out. “Doesn’t she know they’ve had this coming?” he thought. “Death comes to all things.”

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Stock Damage

I wish you would have talked to me about stages of life. I wish we would have had a serious talk about transitions. Shit, I wish you would have talked to me about energy.

2018 Book Rumors

I’m excited to announce that I will possibly have two books out this year–Vast + Spacious and Next Age. Both poetry books, but with Vast, it’s a collection of journal entries, culled by my friend K.F. Blasco Solér, so it’s super intimate and raw and a little heartbreaking. Next Age, still in progress, is my…… Continue reading 2018 Book Rumors

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Interfacing with Salinger

Soon we will be writing to each other not by hand or typewriters, but will be sitting, as it were, in front of these glowing ovens, and there will be some sort of system that will connect us…

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Some Notes on Poetry

As ideas materialize they don’t always make for the best of conversations, nor should they be a part of the conversation, at least the ones you’re invited to.

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