Chicago, Illinois

December 2006

Five Poems

Another Love Poem
Late Night Movies
Dear Lorca

Poet's Bio




(This just in)
From the dark side
of an illustrated moon

a volcano destroys
all sentences  
without religion.



another love poem

We wear nothing but the air between us.



late night movies

A train emerges from your
Mouth. Across the platform of our lives
Your lips are melting igloos. Could our  
Conversation be any colder? Spring sparrows
Noticed it, your skirt of complications.
Your stilettos stab the pavement like my heart.
I crossed great waves to find you and dove
Into an ocean of metaphysics to discover
Your home there at the bottom. You lounge inside an  
Echo. Your fragrance is eternal: I can’t escape it.
Did I try to escape? That’s exactly what I can’t
Remember. I’m shackled by the freezing
Rain on my window, deliriously silent.
Who am I, who are you? These are questions
We ask the hours. Each of them.



dear lorca

I love to Friday

through the thunder in the wall.

Ghosts spill  

out across the carpet.

In the rain God nails

secret meetings.

Foreign moons

skin lush jungles.

Humility is a vole.

Notice the chocolate horizon.           




Wear the blue sweater of memory.
The days ahead won’t be easy.

Make a world noise, because
the future is already here.

Advertising turned us into mosquitoes.

Galaxies in the distance still sculpt
the gism of the void.



work has appeared in The Tiny, Skanky Possum, Goodfoot, Exquisite Corpse, NY Arts, Nexus, Court Green, MiPOesias, Arson, The Prague Literary Review, Arson, Versal (Holland), Van Gogh's Ear (France), Tabacaria (Portugal), Eildon Tree (Scotland), and elsewhere. He also curates the Myopic Books Poetry Reading Series in Wicker Park, Chicago and edits the journal Milk Magazine. His blog is