• Eighteen

    Although I was drunk,
    I saw her apartment had
    a homey decor.... more »

  • Here Among The Leaves

    Under a burning maple tree
    I think of the plastics factory
    where I worked in my teens:
    the bright chunks I'd load... more »

  • Jeffery Conway

    I'm sorry, I just
    blacked-out, misspelled
    that word, grossed
    you out with my mouth... more »

  • The Spark

    I was telling a story
    about the pet chicken
    I had as a kid-Pecky,
    gray, benign, good egg producer... more »

  • To An Angel

    The first time we meet
    in New York City
    it will be snowing.
    No one will stop... more »