In my garden, a buzz in my pocket a text from Mary Jane on the plane "[ewe] [bug] me ..." 3 dots. Blank. 3 dots. Blank. I wait. 3 dots ... blank. I reply: "[?] do [eye] [bug] you??"

Poetic forms can be fun. I say this as a person who has, in the past, been intimidated by poetic forms. (“Oh, it’s a sonnet, is it? and that’s a villanelle, is it? How nice for you. Pretentious gits.

“There are no words” is four of them. Keep going. Try another word. Angry is a word. Justice is a word. So is injustice. So are grief, pity, brown, potato, enemy, kitten, opinion, and rage. Let another

If where I stumble is where my treasure is then my treasure in parenting   is in losing my shit late for schoolbasketballdoctorkarate in marriage   is in being now unmarried in business   is in OPUD in

Asymmetric concern like warfare, same is a game where disinvestment (tactic) allows a ghost to win with your no fucks given about my main battle tank or my chicken pot pie, as the case may be.

The trees of Los Feliz include a jacaranda tree on Hillhurst Avenue (near Alcove, brunch minting money) whose trunk and main branches are pashmina'd in solar-powered LED Christmas mini lights. Behind the

We had hoped that truth would set us free We believed “If you See Something Say Something” applied to things deadlier than misplaced luggage. Things like: the destruction of habitats, human and other;

This poem is called This Poem Is Called and it takes the form of a film I made with another poet and filmmaker, Greg Salman, up in the Angeles National Forest.  I love it up there. To me, making poetry

First off, what is a haiku chase? A haiku chase is a series of haiku that take their first line from the last line of the haiku preceding it. You may play this game “solitaire” or with partners riffing

she ate the appleheart of my tree which is to say me each day another bite sweet at first knowledge a blistering sun seeing every awful separating her from the Garden of our young love I ate my own heart

Hello, I’m an old guy. Sure, “age is just a number” but I love pen and ink. I admire the durability of clay cylinders as data storage media. (Write your data on clay, bury them in your garden, come back