Last night I dreamed about Catherine. ...

Frilly apron, pastel oven mitts life a stinking pile of onions set on the counter to rot— Such is my incentive to cook: boil a bag of noodle...

The sun  spills sideways  through living room blinds  falls between dust  and morning air  across the carpet. My coffee  has gone cold  agai...

I feel you closer than ever / and I don’t want to talk.  —Marin Bodakov With you, my self’s self on sleepy terraces built  in elm’s moss spy...

The rules are clear: You have 20 minutes. Use them.  Forget the talking man behind you on television hawking sleep aids. Much better to reme...

so lost schooled- but not a fool, stands in cold sunshine on golden heath where no kings’ rule and ancestors of cottons thief, make poor end...

There are men can make you sweat bullets but can’t make you cry can’t tamp out the soft side lying in your chest this pillow it wants to be ...