Tell Me A Story

we tried to tell each other I’m afraid of this desire it gets worse every time I see you hopeful for what I wonder because your tongue...

I want to crack an egg on your ass, fix your chipped nail polish, read those poems you never finished, even the ones that aren’t about...

In a private room, a woman works tirelessly, altering damaged clothing. There are pants for a man who wants to hide scars, a vest for a...

I gesture and you nod. I say pen and you say no, thank you. I want to talk but watch your edges crackle when I say company and soften...

Pick an hour of the day, either at the beginning or end, and write down that hour on a sheet of paper. This paper should be folded and...

She says yes sometimes when she wants to say no but you hope that this isn't one of those times. It's cold outside and she has goose...

A bird doesn't say you know that and I never told you. You must know by now. I have tried quiet smiles. I wish I told you but. You know...

Facts are facts and we see them on paper. When we turn the pages, we know it's the right thing to do. In the advertisement one handle of...

She is covered in green and yellow patches, bruised from the weight of words. They emerge in fragments and phrases and cover her body....

You waved a degree well above her yard-stick, knowing how to connect dots sans yellow number two, as if you'd channeled her thoughts...

1. No accidents 2. No alcohol 3. No asking 4. No bonding 5. No commiserating 6. No details 7. No difference 8. No flexibility 9. No gifts...

I subtracted truth to found eyes, blurred, or blurry, a feigned protest. A sum. Skin covered in fever, she says she’ll wear that or ink,...

4 ème- She sat on the steps to Agudath Hakehilot in the Marais. I was coming to meet her for lunch and she waved with her black mittens...

If I tell you how I know you, then you’d know all about chalk and stone walls and what this story looks like from the ground up. You...

impermanence all around you say like you’ve bought a round of drinks for friends at a party in your honor. Connect the new faces at...

1. she was always caught in the shutterbug’s spherical aberration. She emerged from its clutches a flawed subject. Blood pulsing through...

i hear clanging in my ear failing ding me, claim me it’s seize the space I’m in I say hide with crickets in thickets I say zest your...

The Canadian website, Don’t Talk to Me About Love published two of my poems: “Feedback of Desire” & “I Sent You A Telepathic Message, Did...