[tabby title="Poem"] I have carried crates of dead weightthrough backdoors reeking of bleach and rotmetal shelves that creak like tired bones,gloves soaked through with chemicalsthat blistered the skin right off my palms. I have crouched in piss-stained stallsscrubbing shit from...

[tabby title="Poem"] They cut the whole world to fitthe dimensions of an eyeball,a world shrunk, click by click,to electronic sequence. Tourists come home with packaged places,palaces condensed into a few square inches,the Taj Mahal squashed to postage stamp. They journey...

[tabby title="Poem"] "Patience is the game,"she said,"when you're fishing for Truth."She was beaten,and she was bruised:she was Jesus Christ,my walking blues. I think there's no bait for heart:you either have loveor you're dead. Dedicated to Paula Puolakka [tabby title="Poet Bio"]...

[tabby title="Poem"] The prickles of the cactusare for protection, not inspection.The cactus doesn't need a No Trespassing sign–experience is the best teacher. Look, but don't touch.What if the cactus struck blindanyone who took a peek at it?Be thankful that's not...

[tabby title="Poem"] A chill wind blows snow in a whirl,Mounds form a lengthy drift,Covered, the Meadow’s Campground does not exist.The surrounding beauty is a white pearl. The white frost changes to a drop,Unless it moves to air direct,Via sublimation, the...