I was a worm, I was a creature I get on the ground the second I’d see you You cannot command your love I wasn’t a catch, I wasn’t a keeper I was walking around like I was the one who found dead John Cheever Hand in glove So blame it on me I really… Continue reading “Carin at the Liquor Store” by The National
Very glad I had the opportunity to view this exhibit prior to its closing at The Brooklyn Museum a little over a month ago. O’Keeffe’s work is so universally recognized today, it makes it almost difficult to come at it with a clean critical perspective. I found it refreshing that the exhibit, rather than concentrating… Continue reading Georgia O’Keeffe: Living Modern
Issue 6 of Fet-Erotica Magazine is out now, and includes my poem, “The Forbidden Tryptich.” It’s a lovely periodical, and NSFW in the best way possible. Available in print and digital formats. Grab your copy here.
Used to bring me sticks Gorgeous piles of wood The envy of every woodshed Used to give me the gift of rivers Whole oceans laid out before me Waves of wrapping teared open A banquet for one thousand Wet mouths working tirelessly Would find perfectly impossible To swallow up whole It would take forever and… Continue reading The Robbery
Please join me and other writers on July 10th at The Strand to celebrate the launch of Epiphany Magazine’s Spring/Summer Issue. I will be reading from my story, “Last Minute Travellers” which is featured in the issue. Following the readings, there will be discussion by celebrated literary figures and issue judges Saïd Sayrafiezadeh, Patricia Smith,… Continue reading Epiphany Magazine Spring/Summer Launch
The same Restaurant The same Night hours Apart tell me Why fate Would do Such nonsense To us What kind Of cruel Game is that Bitch playing My god Why why In hell Why did You go My shadow Bent over The table As you — Enjoy your meal.
Your room was square I once noticed from there In your bed, as you slept, And I held my breath Everything had its own place And I wondered what space would I take In the order you kept I tried to eat like your girlfriend Just tea in the night, I’d end up Too hungry… Continue reading “Square” by Mitski
One’s computer should never do this. But if it were to do so, the best place to get it remedied is the Apple shop in Grand Central. Over the din of hysterical, frantic computer users trying to salvage their files, you have the luxury to gaze out over one of the last vestiges of great… Continue reading Broken Books
My latest art acquisition… John C. Kacere (23 June 1920 – 5 August 1999) was an American artist. Originally an abstract expressionist, Kacere adopted a photorealist style in 1963. Nearly all of his photorealist paintings depict the midsection of the female body. He is considered one of the original photorealists, although he rejected the term. Kacere… Continue reading “Loretta” by John C. Kacere
Slow Sundays. Waking with the sun. Grey linen and pink skin. Small apartments, slow journeys home. Hanging on to the thought of two pigeons tied together at the foot, whether they would fight one another for their freedom, or whether it would occur to them that they were bound to one another in the first place.… Continue reading Thoughts On Flight