Thin-Silvered Constellations

Poetry from Issue 123, Spring 2018

Insomnia and The Critique of Pure Reason

Poetry from Confrontation 122, Fall 2017.


Poetry from Confrontation 122, Fall 2017.

Burial Ground

The dead lie above ground beneath a stone wall under a row of skulls.


She was within airspace of all my words, hunted them in the Arabic script of bats.


The grass flails as if something frantic were trying to escape:

Delusional Episodes

I cannot find my mother in the dark.

The Pond

Poetry from Confrontation 119.

Our Little Piece of Sky

Poetry from Confrontation 119.

Saint Albert of the Asses

Poetry from Confrontation 119.

The Unraveling Wind-up

There is sand on the sheets of the bed in this room. No matter.

Dusk/the piano

There is a pause. You consider what I’ve said, then you begin playing Für Elise. I am lonely in a way no nearness can alter.