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(1) Train; (2) wildflowers for my b-day; (3) looking ghostly-blurry at the b&b; (4) the ritual breaking of the Hello Kitty piñata at the...

Don't be jealous. (Drawing by John Fleischer )

I read an excerpt from this book by Aimee Bender. Then I read an excerpt from this book by John Waters. Then I looked up some pictures of ...

The apartment of one of my oldest friends, who lives in Boston.

Hey, New England friends: I will be reading in Keene, NH on Saturday June 12th. Information on the reading is here.

They flung me into the sea The sunlight ran all over my face, The water was blue the water was dark brown And my severed head swam around th...

I had not re-read Whitman this summer yet when I began thinking "cultivate and circulate" and making fake ballet arms in the kitch...

When I was a teenager, I knew a thing or two. I stayed in my room being skinny and having bangs, listening to Bauhaus and lifting 3 lb. we...

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1. What are those people saying? I mean, birds. 2. Do not think about what constitutes a "pleasant environment" in the morning....

Last poem of the April draft-a-day challenge! "It's been real," as my mother used to (embarrassingly) say to store clerks. --...

This is me having a life of the mind Late April and I'm almost back to swimming feeling-- swim swim--under a washed-clean sky and all th...

Jesuit School [poem found in the back of this semester's teaching notebook] the way a nun in no habit will bend at the waist cock her he...

Morning and “Opaline” Light after Three Days of Rain These birds are calling machines, sound spinning on a string, ...

Fragment The in-between-- I see it now-- my true home and its ghost