[tabby title="Poem"] One cold January nightmy mother skipped her pillsimagined ferocious eyes tearing her apart.Nothing I said could reach herin her madness. She swoopedand struck mewith her fists. I grabbed my boots,ran without my coaton ice-slick sidewalks past silent housespast...

[tabby title="Poem"] MY FATHER SAVED A CAT ONCEfound her in the parking lotof an inn, he used to manage. A mewing sack of matted furher hairless tail waved at him as he drew near. She reekedof rotted garbage, fleas hopped...

[tabby title="Poem"] An empty wine bottle makes loveto a rose, even if you don't rememberwhere the flower came fromor how the wine stained another night, leaving your yearning for love desperate,like someone who overthinksmaking their bedas a way to smother...

[tabby title="Poem"] If you were a burning building,I would run in,have my skin dance with your flames,while others take swimming lessonsand worry if they bought the bestbrand of sunscreen. Even if the dead float better than the living,they are sunk...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Flatter than a quarterleft one a train track,I tried to typeabout my 42nd birthday cake,but instead of sweetening the pagewith metaphorical icing,I ended up staring at the blank whitenessand felt the weight of wordscrush me,until this poem...