faces you cannot tell a man by his face you may only tell how the world will treat a man god willing if you’re a woman the greatest shame is how long it may take us to learn that our faces are nothing but translucent filmic microsheets transmogrified to weapons to cause pain Continue reading Faces


From verses written as letters, to the pencil-scratching back-track, to its dramatic delivery and its exploration of obsessed fandom, Eminem’s “Stan” remains revolutionary. Here’s my ripoff of one of the most original works of my lifetime. Continue reading Stan


The poem below originally appeared in Yellow Chair Review in 2016. Exhale I became a poet in the moment that the knifepoint pierced my thigh. One bolt of lightning, one crystal bullet, one expiration, one life, one prickled pinpoint of steel like starshine forever scrambled my private universe. Nuclear holocausts, atomic bombs, space exploration and … Continue reading Exhale