“I sink my knife deep into the skin
of vegetables—eat the light hidden
“Knead” Moon City Review 2019
that shelters you—
sometimes it carries
you away in a net.
Sometimes you put
your hand on the faucet
just to watch cold water
rush down the sink…”
“Cockcrow” Mom Egg Review 2019
“…I had a mind.
I had ideas. And a beast seeps through unweaving
me thread by thread, turning its bundle
of claws— I was I was I was.”
Shake The Tree 2019
“Elegy of Color” Salamander
"The Birds" Inklette
"Never To Be Told" Yes Poetry: Special Feature
"Breakthrough" Featured in Five:2:One Magazine Lit Style
"Crow Funeral" Semi-finalist for the Tupelo Quarterly Poetry Prize
"The First Gunshot" Doug Holder: The Sunday Poet
"Mill City"Mass Poetry
"Godless" Mass Poetry: Poet in the Spotlight
"Majors" Harpur Palate
"Dear Lowell" Poet Lore
"Letters" Richard Howe blog
"Woodworker" Wilderness House Review
Along the Riverwalk,
refuse skirts the southern bank.
White foam pools below
the cantilever. I've come here
because I don't expect to be found.
what should we make
of what has gone wrong with my life?
All day I could watch
dead water. I'm in love
with a lunatic, I drink too much,
and I no longer believe in recovery.
I want back what disappears
into the crook of the canal.
this is my persistent letter,
my pinched bead,
my hymn that tolls and darkens,
this is my church bell shaking
off the birds.
Mid Drift copyright 2011