winter’s bone                                                                           the roads not plowed that winter left an avalanche of snow upon the Minnesota landscape   the northern cardinal and common redpoll took refuge in the Norway spruce, seeking shelter in the thicket of branches from the shrills of winter’s bone.   our bodies hunkered down beneath a goose down quilt […]

poetry by dead men my feet were crossed within his lap as he read to me poetry by dead men. i listened with awed intent as the atmosphere around me slipped into oblivion, as the spine of books crackled upon opening spilling with pages in sepia tones spoken in the rapture of his voice. there […]

atlas   how i wishit were mewho had your name,whose rounded shoulderswere as traversed asthe pagesof an atlasbetween your hands.                                                                       […]

pretzel logic   He always wonat monopoly,flicking ashes from a filtered cigarette,collecting various railroadsand green housesall in a zealous exchangefor red hotels.I was the appointed bankerkeeping my interest on himand Johnny Walker,indulging my coquettish wilesinto the epoch of loquacious conversation,and the pretzel logicof Steely Dan.     2

Leftover Love   i never dreamedyou’d walk awayleaving me to figure outthe small stuff,with a bottle of Grey Goose Vodkaand a mattress fit for a king…but here i amat two in the morningwide awakedefying gravity,taking shots of Jack Danielsplaying solitaireupon the high thread count of sheets…of an unmade bedof a leftover love.       […]