Open I want this world ~ Kim Addonizio, “For Desire” At the end of my dreams, there is a house with walls of windows; probably a claw-foot tub, recycled countertops that…

Urban Fantasy / She Drinks Lies for Breakfast and if she wears leather pants and shows her ass on the cover, it’s because someone talked her into it. With a…

Storm Warning Katrina wears her hurricane name like it was patterned and pinned just for her, a suit of calm before the storm. She brings the storm like someone born…

Attempted Murder (a poem in the form of an interview)   Do you know why you’re here? A gathering of crows. Some ossified bone dances. My great-grandmother’s shovel bathed in…

Roadsong Unpack your bags, baby. We’re traveling light. I’ve got seven dollars, two sets of teeth and a stranger’s heart. I know you always carry a spare. Beware the red…

Dirty Mouth We pile soap like bricks on the bathroom sink. I’d build something grand if they lasted longer. When we kiss, I taste the lavender of your fields. Our…

ShadeLight It’s three in the night and I’m under the quilt, waiting. Not for you, necessarily, but for the arrival of you. Nothing opens the air for breathing more than the way…

Tangled I tell you I’m in trouble. Crunch of footsteps on the gold stair, crush of teeth to red-skinned fruit. Two days you lay with that witch before your guilt…

Wired for Sound 1. The View from Here is different when you’re in it. 2. They say you don’t remember what you’ve got until it’s gone. 3. Or is that…

My Mother on Sparrows & Other Things of Song I don’t dance. You shouldn’t either. There are purposes for the body, and that — that, that, that — is not…