Last night’s dinner encruststhe gray enamel plates. The stickypaste of gnocchi hardened on the surface like gum that’s beenthere for months. The dishessing out in an orchestra of you’re an idiot and why didn’t you do this sooner? A ballad of you’re such a  procrastinator from the moundsof unwashed laundry, the pile of whining textbooks,…

I imagine his book of poetry to be blue—Cover blue, spine blue, pages, poems, blueMe, blue him to make blue That he exists bluely and glued To the notion of me praying for more poems To arrive from his side of life to my sad here. His signature is missing where signs speak Of the…

Apollo slouches in his pewtired from the touch of familiar strangerswho bring apple cake and baked hamlike it’s medicine to the broken hearted the body lays in the dusty fields of early summerworking tirelessly with tractor and disc harrow spitting up the earthteeth eating, not only dirt, but quiet fleshwithout warning, there is a blood…

I wonderif it countsas prayer –what I breathe out,call out,when we’re both/and,when, with my tongue,I write Godinto the sacred lack of spacebetweenus,into the almostness,the now-delight.God! enfleshedGod! spirited MoverGod! the Father and the Mother and the ChildGod! You with your senseless generosity!Your lavish liberality! You-to-whom-all-flesh-shallcome. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you…

Your silver gaze captivatesme. One moment, a lightgray. The next a vibrant cobalt, as potent as your prodigious emotion.Oh, I was going to kiss you. Oh. Tentative lips meet,only brushing the surface,leaving want in the air. 付き合いたい。 My hands on the wheel,my heart beating hard justbeing next to you. Your deep voice rings out. I’ve…