Jimi Hendrix Portrait. Acrylic and resin on canvas. December, 2014.

Adore Delano performing at Arena Stage in Washington DC, June 2015.

The One-Way Swing

The one-way swing looked like any other. That was half the problem. Not one batted eye until the children started disappearing. We shook down the alley cats first, as they see everything. The calicos were uncooperative, but the solids all suggested the witch. We stopped inviting her to barbeques, not wanting to be too harsh…

After Hours

I watched the peaks of your egg-carton spine writhe against the loose blue hospital knot at your neck where the cotton fell away after everyone else had gone. I pressed my purpled feet, with yours, against that ancient wooden bed frame. Above us, in muted ecstasy the history channel’s Indian women danced. I envied their…

Not in a Ha-Ha Way

If you wake up late for your job at the mill screaming until you wake the house, tell my sister that you need your time card need your hard hat, need the number of that electrician and then next week you are in Korea, having downed your plane and are screaming about bananas, seeing them…

Why You Haven’t Seen Me in Awhile

After you left, I crawled deep under my bed down the hidden cavern to where I keep my devious contraptions. Unscrewing a stalactite, I unearthed the secret photographs I’d taken with my eye machine of you, sleeping or sweating and always very naked. I donned the special coat I only wear for scheming and slunk…

To be Possessed by You

To be sorted, set among your souvenirs, your stock photographs, your classics. To be licked clean like a cat. To be laid out some nights on your fire escape, bleached by the moon to match your sheets. To be safe in the style of rolled coins, safe like heirloom pearls under glass, safe like sleep….