You’ll get used to it, honey.No, we can change that.Anything you want. There’s no reason to be sad.It’s just that you have two rooms, now. Well, we can’t get that right now, sweetheart.We can’t go back to Mommy’s house.Not right now. Don’t cry, baby. This is your room, too!I promise you’ll get used to it.Please…

Some places have a certain smellThe gymnasium when I was youngLike tin and sweat – a scent that makesMe anxious and excited A field before a soccer gameFresh grass, and the air of success This courtroom has a smellIt’s the first one I’ve ever been inWhat pains await me on the far sideOf its sense…

I wish I was a better man.I would bargain for itwith Mephistopheles – clutch hisoffered claw in mine.With no irony, I would ask thisof God if I was only capableof admitting to myself that…that…That it’s my fault.All of it.It was me from the start, wanting otherwomen, thinking of ways to convince youthat it wasn’t so…

Mommy and Daddy love you very much. This isn’t your fault, baby. No, no, it has nothing to do with that. Sometimes it happens. People change, they stop feeling – No, sweetheart, no. I’ll always love you. Always! It’s different. You’ll understand when you’re older. Nothing happened. You heard that? It’s not what you think.…

Kneeling in the gardenI look closely at the tulipsCan I help them growWith just a thoughtA few wordsA drink of waterDo they grow for your eyes to seeDo they grow to smell so sweetKneeling in the gardenIt came to meThe tulips show me how to reach Featured Download: If you would like a resource to…

Some bald skin warms in laundry. “The altar needs work,” the altar worker thinks, before slippingdown _____________________.  (something else here) Slave ships start arriving in half dozens and toothbrushbristles drag across her lungs. Muse on namesfor pairs of mules. Honk and Cuss. Belle and Nubbin. Ignoring the intention of the shape,stone drinks the rain. Do…

You called me late last night, your breathing all shaky on the other end of the line. I thought for a moment that you were crying, and I pictured you sitting in the front seat of your red Toyotaon some dark street corner, with tears gushing down your cheeks. I stayed silent for a moment,…

I recall when anti-Semites werePretty damn pathetic, all aslur, Variegated, rude,Like a quantity of shagRugs & over-barbecued Poultry swaddled in the Rebel flag, Idling at some random Hebrew Y.,And, assuming aim across the dryHaze that panicky,      Terminal fatigue begot,          Lightly wounding two or threeGuatemalans in the parking lot.          Now they’ve made a shul a…

God catches me, smiling, & tosses me back. I fall into bed and through it on until the bed becomes the floor & the floor becomes the earth—the earth (ah, the molten earth) & then down through to another floor. Up I fall across an opium den & then burst shake roof into the sky.…

I’m sorry.That’s the thing we sayLike automatons mis-remembering the meaning It used to be I Love You.Even when we’d say other wordsSimple wordsThey’d mean I Love You, same as if we said itSaid it every time our lips were apart from each otherEvery time they parted To have a time – A long time –…

What if she knew she was livingNot dyingLike she believed she wasWhat if she knewThat she was exactly what she neededShe could finally as herselfWhat if Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.

He likes primary colorsbut he knows when Mommy is dressed up pretty. He smiles badly for picturesunless he actually thinks something is funnyor is tickled and he’s in the mood for that. He’s tough, and doesn’t mind bleeding a little bitto do something he feels is important,like practicing with his new skateboardon the street, which…