According to Jezebel.com, Brad Pitt is coping with his breakup with sculpture, weed, and by listening to Bon Iver. This is cliché and almost…
Bird-bodied, women-headed and so hungry: the food that spills over pendulous breasts, the wine that stains belly-fat, vulva. The crease, the folds, the flesh…
The frozen crab legs and artichoke dip and french fries. Endless chardonnay on the porch at dusk and a cigar and my step mom…
have I eaten so much sugar as in Cuba: profligate blizzard thrown over churros warm from their oil bath, now wrapped safe as babies…
If I slept like an egg (unbroken), my eyes opening crack the shell. This morning, a cloud formation takes the shape of Great Britain;…
for Stacey The best thing about Paris is being here with you (a Sauterne with one course, a Cote de Beaune with the next)…
I wrote this poem in November 2016 for Jessica Alberg, Lily Bowen, Rebecca Endres, Leslie King, Armand Levy, Thomas Moody, Brendan Smith, Keri Smith,…
for Rozanne Gold Lunching with Stacey at the soon-to-close Four Seasons, sipping my champagne cocktail I overheard the State Department is in a state of…
The sun is blood orange Our planet burning toward a new age of extinction An impossible attempt at rhyme Evolution shapes acceptable solutions, not…