Now, snow is falling white-washing the gray grass floor buried ambitions. Out of your chimney smoke blooms, black orchid against white sky. An elegy hums

I learned today that everyone is just trying to prove their own existence. It’s kind of silly, but you can’t change it so I wouldn’t

I used to wonder: Will someone love me? My hair was a bed of wild dark ringlets sprouting from my head in a hundred different

“What kind of beast would turn its life into words?”                              

On the museum steps, chatter accumulates in clouds, and just a few minutes ago, while waiting at the bus stop, I witnessed a rather large

We were letting the weather have a very intense effect on our psyches. We were playing chess and it was driving us nuts because we

Don’t get drunk and complain to me about career uncertainties, twenty-one years spent scrambling for empirical evidence of time well spent. But can truly well-

You are sick and I am selfish. I can’t reconcile your life ending as mine begins, so I don’t even try. I write this poem

So I know We’re less like two interlocking puzzle pieces And more like a lego and a lincoln log hot-glued together But still I’d like

“Generally good but today has been hard. We are packing up his apartment.” I’m lost in my limited lexicon. the map I have makes no

“I like the second song best. It’s the jungle song on this one,” Ash says. She tosses me the CD. I fumble with it and

The first time we lay eyes on her we’ll be repulsed. We’ll think of all the sleepless nights that lie ahead, and wonder why we