April 16, 2016

Of Souls That Smoke Through Perfidy

Between a puff of cannabised air and sips of carbonized swill, the old man dropped an inquisition: Church for you anymore? As if he half knew, half […]
February 7, 2016

The Rabbit Hole

“Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.”  ― Charles Haddon Spurgeon How deep does the rabbit hole go, […]
January 16, 2016

Epilogue of the Octogenarian Poet

If I had a dog-eared journal —its silk page marker wagging through the collection of Dickensian hardbacks on my office shelf, its face veneered with the dust of Saturdays—I […]
December 24, 2015

this is the Mother Theresa I know

this is the Mother Theresa I know: eyes folded in on themselves, the bags beneath, doughy clouds of doubt swinging back and forth like a constant thurifer. this, and the […]
December 13, 2015


Every year, like a precipice at which I perch, peering down the swampy stairs with rugrats churning up the inappropriate hours: and the only banister, my coffee, black— —or […]
November 26, 2015

A Discrepancy of Thanks

That I rose up this morning like an Ozymandias—putting on that deep red plaid wool LL Bean I love and scurrying down in comically large moose slippers to […]
October 31, 2015

The Unwitting Bigot Forgets to Write a Poem

I am sitting now—finally— between the droning chapters of a falling week and a rusty Afghan. The sun has deigned to visit. You know the scene: our Grandmother “Rest Her […]
October 11, 2015

There’s little I recall of being small

There’s little I recall of being small and the gentle tide of frothy insignificance that buoys young men and storybook friends. What mind’s eye sees, it sees in […]
October 3, 2015

On the Making of Poetry

I have this fantasy what fades like fog, and beneath a straw-thatched roof it begins: the pleat of reeds like the pages of a book fall […]