First appeared in Tar River Poetry (Spring 2011) Playing House
First appeared in The Worcester Review (Volume 34, 2014) What to be made of sparrows stuck in the throat? What to be made of the girl gasping in the shed, of dead trees holding up sheaves of white sky, of the hillside green clean of human breath?
First appeared in Heavy Feather Review (v. 3.4/Vacancies, February 2015) Four men were carried forth by the prevailing winds. The winds formed a face we have done much to forget. One of the men took cover in the mouth of its yellowing mention. Two others effortlessly played a part meant for one. There was talk [...]
First appeared in Caketrain (Issue 7, 2009) In the house there were men living like lemurs, lemurs living like men. The house called attention to itself in the way large children do in small rooms with smaller children. That is, on a hill, larger than the town in which it was part, there was the [...]
First appeared in The Boiler (2013), rev. 2015 MOTION IN A PATH TO MYSELF I grip the sudden memory and fade against the insane star. I stuff the shapeless wind with some raw idea of it and pause before the opening gate. I devise the flat escape and then axe the wrists of the witness [...]
First published in Vestal Review for Magic Mondays series (August 14, 2017) With so much time on his hands, he looked out: the moon. It had no family. But it had this way of asking for a companion,someone to see it through the night. What little it took, he thought, to give in. And so, he did. [...]
First published in The Offbeat (Volume 17, Spring 2017) They called him Pescuetti. None could recall if he had ever called himself such. Yet as one called him, so did another, and another—the last syllables resonating off the trunks of trees, sunk into the rings of fallen leaves. And he gathered the leaves into a [...]