A Brief For The Defense

There is some visceral pleasure in the physical creation of letters, words, sentences. And on the porch: lightning hammering silently. Lovel...

Loving you is a Sisyphean ordeal A hellhound, never learned to heel. When did we lapse from flimmering shoals? Mauve contusions of the simpe...

This is excerpted from a longer piece I am working on and seem to be struggling to finish. I thought this was a nice segment, and it stands ...

We are laid up in a hotel room, central Europe, some time in winter so the nights are a treasure trove of fresh falls plazas for us to cl...

Summer is beginning its long atrophy into barrenness. A woman is sitting for lunch with a man. Very old friends in a mid-sized middle wester...

Drove down with the moving particulars. Honest work. Our human way stations. At night the refineries and brown fields glimmer and beckon. My...

1. One could say we were alight (to shine, to shimmer, to be bright against the dark) Or one could say we alighted (to descend, to fall, to ...

November of 1902, in Philadelphia, felt like summer, and the poet was suffering a bout of dyspepsia. He wasn’t a poet at the time. A dental ...

Early morning filters through Istanbul somnolently like a whisper. Up early, a young man and a young woman sit on the balcony of a cafe, sip...

Hypnagogic gibberish * A man walking through his home city after many years away finds his memory fails him in mostly unexpected ways. Wa...

A friend was reading Murakami today. Thought of you, removing your boots, damp with rain. Was taken aback by the pleasure in it.

Two lovers in bed, laughing, feeling their way through morning. It is not their first time, and the details are unlikely to bore a permanent...

Those sweltering nights in Masaya without air conditioning. The small room a cauldron. Waking from the heat. Or thinking we were waking. Who...