One night, you told me that it was over. It was at a rooftop bar near Huntington. Just before, I was telling you about how my astigmatism...

Show boxes hold no more shoes But love letters, still unopened Dust blankets pillow coverings Unobstructed and undisturbed The bulbs are...

I drive when I can’t sleep. I didn’t do that before. If I could I’d cry out with the coyotes that camp the hills behind my parent’s...

of closed doors. Locked windows. We hid under covers. Afraid of shadows that walked our hallways. Reflections that hid in bathroom...

This part up and leave it for the ghosts for the gravestones and the mourners for the dust-ridden shelves and their friends for and...

It pours out of us a mess we hold and catch what our hearts can’t hide we stitch it to our clothes and inevitably get dirty Then we...

and go to bed? I’ve burned my tongue on too many words I didn’t mean. I forget who I am when I’m angry— I hate seeing this place a mess—...

For Mrs. Rochester --A masterpiece-- Shatters against the rain. Each drop a life (A moment in time?) I have gotten used to counting...

He’d start by telling her she was beautiful. She’d laugh in Old Fashioned and His throat would burn at the bitter taste of it. “You’re...

Quaint keepsakes commandeer quiet quarters, Quaking quasars and queer quilts, Quirky quotes and quivering quills, Candid quests and...

Glimpses of the sum- mer taste of fresh apricots on the windowsill. Your red tongue is stained You bite and bite and bite yet falling...

At first, she hid in the pockets Of your favorite corduroy sweater. The one worn only on special occasions. But soon she got too big for...

They say that love must be easy. That it must come naturally, Like filling your lungs with air Or convincing your heart to beat. I see it...

Tonight the ocean hums, 3,000 miles away, On a distant beach Under an intoxicated sky. She is breathless, Jadante, That is to say another...

In the thunderstorms of your heart. I’ll stand there quietly, I promise. I’ll offer you an umbrella and we can Watch the darkness swallow...

To watch the stars with you. The night was on fire, emblazoned with meteors, Though I stood there shivering Like a sailor lost in a sea...

I want us to be the softest of endings In those messy and crowded theaters, The kind that hushes the rowdiest of us, And pulls bent...

Tea whistling gently on the kettle. An open window. Smudges on rearview mirrors. A bed, neatly folded. A candle slow dancing on the...

She wore a dress the color of old photographs; The kind that knew more about history Than any pair of eyes ever could. And I wonder what...

Upon the moors a lonely house And man live out their days, Two shadows in a shadowed land, Abhorred, abused, disgraced. He stalks the...