Selected Poems

from Fixer:

The New Yorker – “Early snow. Garbage/trucks in the alley…”
Poetry – “René and I are doing some limb work/on the tree out front…”
The New Yorker – “I held him together/as long as I could…”
The Atlantic – “Better than the minivan you slept/a winter in…”
American Poetry Review – “The heart weighs 360 grams.”
Yale Review – “I pull the last radishes/then bed the boxes down//with hay.”

from Tap Out:

Poetry Daily – “When you showed up drunk as hell, humming/tunelessly to yourself…”
New England Review – "Mike pins me to the sink, forearm/levered against my throat…"
Sewanee Review – “Most days the same/with minor variations.”
Gulf Coast – "The receptionist holds up/a small paper bag/stapled shut.”
The Slowdown w/ Tracy K. Smith  🔊– “There’s no one left to see his hands…”
NEA Writers' Corner – "He has state­-sponsored cell phone minutes…”
         +   🔊 via New England Review / Bread Loaf Writers' Conference here.


Essay

Literary Hub – “I’ve been using my writing to hustle a life: a place to live, a salary, some measure of stability. But poetry resists those interests. It’s not about hustling. It’s not about productivity. It’s not even, in the end, about making anything.”

Literary Hub – “The only way to get him down on the page is to haul him hand over hand out of that place I can access only when I don’t insist— like that rift between sleeping and waking, where reality and invention have equal gravity.”