American Poetry Review
“Another Thing I'd Rather Not Know About Myself"
Winner of the 2010 Stanley Kunitz Memorial Prize
September/October 2010 issue
He’s shot. All right/ it’s happened.
March/April 2014 issue
someone/ will put on these old-fashioned clothes/ and re-enact our artisan lust
The New Yorker
March 12, 2018
perhaps/ I craved the delicate secret/ of the thing suspended/ and temporary in the warm/kitchen glow
August 21, 2017
I lie back in my chair that’s/ turned to face the sun’s full strength/ and try to become browner
Winner of the 2017 Loraine Williams Poetry Prize
I put worry in their hearts,/ then try to calm them with promises/ of things not getting any easier.
The Georgia Review
“The Drowning" & "Seizure"
your body/ wanting to wring/ itself out, eyes/ empty, saliva falling/ like a necklace/ from your mouth.
Winner of the Editor’s Choice Award in Poetry
September 25, 2017
He would have to dream, imagine it/ all, over and over.
Radar Poetry, July 2017
All night with you next to me,/ the world was becoming/ a diamond.
The Florida Review
I remembered someone’s thumb pressing/ into the toe of each shoe I tried on.
how in the sky my third person/ is allowed to exhale her omniscience/ and say Look, that’s your life/ down below, don’t you miss it?
“Fourth Grade" & "Fifth Grade"
All things are the same things, only/ grander, or gone.
I wonder/ a moment why I carry these people/ around, why a nameless man/ should wait in the lobby of my heart/ to be called in and interviewed/ now of all hours
Rattle: Poets Respond
“On July 8"
No one else was at home,/ watching round after round fire/ and find its target all those many times
Valparaiso Poetry Review
“Las Vegas, 1981"
Always their bravery/ will gleam like sunlight on a square mile of ice.
Off the Coast
“Resolutions for Living Alone"
I know what’s best for me, how much/ weight my heart can carry.
The Cafe Review
“Alone on the Deschutes," & "Organ Music"
I think I felt just the same/ as I had then, watching you play/ loud triple chords on something/ that was mine, that you were/ assuming enough to caress and make sing