Featured Poetry

I circumnavigate to bedroom.
Dredge bobbing laundry baskets for an answer.
Drop the secret code overboard.

You are the butterfly who fluttered onto my skin made me feel the music
of lips on lips leading to mouth into mouth dancing dripped like Motown 45’s

Thought you’d get off easily this time!
You think you can walk in anywhere
With your axe in hand,
And make like a musician?

The property’s close to worthless—
encumbered title, no water rights,
a contested will—who knows. There’s
no money left for lawyers.

It calls the dead
over the fields
echoing in their eternal sleep even as it serenaded them

Eyes connect
Connect the dots
Dot your i’s and cross your t’s
Tease the world, seize the world
Sometimes even please the world

You’re deep green, spring
with green feathers landing
on the roof, the green grass that

there’s solace in repetition
it’s why habits
form/steady beat
deep in belly
desires thudding/before bedtime