April 12, 2014 - Leave a Response

in my father’s shirt
sun climbs the sky

April 10, 2014 - Leave a Response

halter top
her forbidding eyes
above breast curves

April 9, 2014 - Leave a Response

sad mannequin
your breasts are so hard
and no nipples

January 21, 2014 - 2 Responses

spread the leaves
of the peace lily
just firmly
as if you were touching
a woman’s body

November 18, 2013 - One Response

see now the bare limbs
that grew together for years
are curling away

August 10, 2013 - One Response

one day slips
into the next day
and for what?

tiny ants swarming
the cicada’s corpse

July 16, 2013 - One Response

one moment
bright, still, suspended

July 13, 2013 - 2 Responses

I’ll get my fingers
down into the sweet soft grooves
of your woman’s waist
when you gasp I’ll feel your ribs
whole and holy as my own


July 5, 2013 - 2 Responses

The graceful armature
of thighs, and knees, and calves,
tumbling down to her
ankles, and her feet
aloft, and stepping sure
on toe and spiked heel;

for me, all the allure
is that she’s on her toes;
her leg a pretty line
drawn up for my pleasure,
painful and feminine,
precarious, but more
that she may master this
as I must master her.

Note: I wrote this at the same time as my last poem. I wanted to see how the structure of formal tanka on the one hand (5-7-5-7-7 syllables) and English rhymed iambic trimeter on the other, might change the idea.

July 3, 2013 - One Response


the machinery
of thighs and calves, tapering
to ankles balanced
graceful and precarious
on toe and heel spike


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