December 1, 2013

A Poem-Prayer for the First Sunday of Advent

You came into this world with a tattered welcome, Son— with seething happinesses and coffee blacked and bitter. You came, and here we lie— a fractured […]
August 9, 2013

The 11 Steps to Poetic Stardom

1. Think of a tragic life event, such as death or loss of cable. 2. Liken said event to a cataclysmic natural disaster, right after you […]
February 5, 2013

At Milton’s Bedside

i’ll bet that i had mulled wine while john was lying there: slouching sad sack, eyes across his face and not a shimmer of seeing. i […]
January 25, 2013

A Flagon of Wine

On the far side of my beau’s expansive kitchen sits a flashy wine rack—a fancy one by my standards, complete with tiers, reflecting mirrors, and a […]
June 27, 2012

A Touch of Sienna

Imagine this: the sultry, clandestine meeting of an 18th-century French ladies parlor and the ritzy know-how of a smoke-filled Vienna coffeehouse on Wienerstraße. It’s a sight […]
June 27, 2012

Decanting an Apology

I wrote something yesterday that was shit. Well, no, no, not conceptually shit. Not like Monet’s bridge under lights. Foggy piece of shit. No, in fact, […]
June 25, 2012

Forgiveness, or Why My Showers are as Long as an Episode of Lonesome Dove

[Note to readers: This is fiction. Partially. Mostly. Anyway, just get the message and don’t think too much about the details, ok?] Forgiveness. Like a delirious […]