After a Very Boring Date
This was not worth coming out in the rain.
You tell me about your work as an attorney, defending investment banks and hedge funds.
Baeing of Hounds
My heart is a house full of puppies
Who all run to the door when they see you through the window
Because they are hoping that you […]
DI DOVE SEI? DOVE VAI?
Non ho né Itaca né mare
né Calipso né Sirene
vago senza meta
nel deserto di mezzo.
WHERE ARE YOU FROM? WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
I have neither Ithaca nor […]
Doris Day Was My Hero
Mary Ellen Talley
Does it even exist anymore?
I mean that K-Mart parking lot
where I lost my Viet Nam era
engagement ring on the asphalt,
shortly before holding the mic
Ekphrasis from Dry Land
Poem for the Piraeus Lion, a few days before leaving Venice.
a chimeric belonging,
to where […]
a squirrel on the porch is eating a chip
holding it with both hands
the ad before the news says “make the world your
workplace” and why the […]
عودة إلى الحب // return to love
i am a passport; a blood orange. i want to sit in your back […]
you have a man now. the times have changed
mine has gone back to the alleyways,
slinking with malintent.
we tied red threads (with intention!)
a Chinese finger […]
SW A BS
Black tar roof shingles
Break orderly […]
I have not come to understand. There is no merit in it.
We travel through rabbit holes to find the opposite ends, to see how they […]
i undress slowly dropping my clothing stained with ashes and lust to the floor
then wrapped in your wings lie in the attenuated bed where my […]
Parable of the Constellations
You took my idea about the stars and put your name on it
until dawn came down and did darkness.
Your money rose higher and replaced one […]
In Pere Lachaise
With my sunglasses on
So my grave will read
“He lays as he lived:
Cool and collected.”
And between the tombs
While leaves fall
And flowers wilt
My bones […]
I have a friend and for now I have decided to refer to him as Onslow
who works for a big company that required most of […]
Wild Dogs Know My Name
Donna J. Gelagotis Lee
Feeble dogs are licking my name
in the dirt. They are taking on
personas. I feel a bark rising
in my throat. I sense a pack […]
You’ll Find Your Way Back to the Pacific
It had been eight months since I dreamt of the whales
being in the water—trapped in glass—feeling their pain—stuck in there with them
I’d like to think […]