Thursday, August 10, 2017

risk management

all i want
is to say i love you
to people i love
but somehow i know
it would lead to bloodshed
which would be okay
if i could be sure
it would just be

Monday, May 1, 2017

query letter

someday i'm going to write a book
about how to heal what you didn't know was broken
and how to locate what you didn't know was lost.

from a marketing perspective, it will be a terrible book
because it won't be written for people who know
that they are broken, or that they are lost 
(there are other books for those people)
(like, a lot of other books)
but will instead be for people who are fine,
people who are normal,
high-functioning, reasonably happy people,
even people who might sometimes be unreasonably happy
(but not so often that they start to seem weird)
(those people also have other books they can read).

anyway, this book for people who are fine: 
the marketers will hate it but so will
anyone who reads it, because each page
will be a map to a part of yourself that was 
(so sad but)
(what else could be done)
walled off and floated out to sea
at certain points during the journey
the one that brought you to fine.

it will not be a good book to give as a gift
except that it will be
(you must have known)
(you were in this poem)
a gift intended for you.

Friday, February 3, 2017


don't worry,
my gifts are long-lived, patient,

they can thrive on unsaid words,
unmade connections,

i have enough and more than enough,
so that i can simply hope
for the once in a decade (or longer),
lasting perhaps only one night,

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

[ [ [ unbeauty ] ] ]


we only wished to be as beautiful
as the buildings we saw in modern

architecture magazines, all light and space
structural elements defining the shape
of the building without taking up any of it.
we were as far as it is possible to be

from trying to be pretty, the aspiration of sex appeal:
we carved away sexuality along with our breasts
and hips. [...]

Read: The Fem, January 2017

Wednesday, June 22, 2016


a surprise, even now.

a new land, unpredicted by mapmakers
who must now stay up late tracing its contours onto their pages.

the new continent obscures the legends
printed in the map margins, its tentative outline
(its location, so far, only guessed at)
overlaying drawings of dragons
and the edges of the world.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016


It took some doing, what with the dog barking,
the children clamoring, the coffee poured,
(spilled, cursed, re-poured)
the cars jostling, the office jangling,
the lunch anticipated then almost unnoticed,
the office again, the cars again,
the dog again,
the children,
the dog.

But I managed to set this aside for you:
a moment, a few thoughts, a wish.

Like a savings account, these small deposits
grow slowly at first, then quickly, aided
by the arcane forces of accounting, aided by time.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016


In the end,
there was no ending, no well-arranged resolution, no way to judge success or failure, or reason to.

No victory or defeat, nothing finished or begun.

No direction or need to track forward progress.

In the end there was no path under our feet, just our steps in a wilderness of small white flowers lit by the moon.