A Blessing

We watched our father chuck her boom box out the bedroom window.

A Childhood in Four Acts

End of October, days recede quickly into night. Leaves fall in slow motion.

A Dark Place

There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.

A Funky Assortment of Plates

The preacher looked me in the eye. He laid his hand on my chest.

A Portion of Your Loveliness

My daughter’s favorite game is Holocaust. She’s quite inventive.

A Vacuum Is a Space Entirely Devoid of Matter

I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.

Addendum and Other Poems

The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.

After Closing Up My Mother’s House and Other Poems

What if my mother could have been happy if I hadn’t been born?

All the Trimmings

The old man drinks some more liquor and whacks down two trees.

All-American Biography

Snows piling in his crying mouth. Cold gave him a light complexion.


He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.

Anchor and Knife

The first time I met you I fought your father in the driveway.

Arpeggio Progression in Missing Key and Other Poems

do you asks pretty sue know what I love what pretty please tell us


I wouldn’t sleep a second, knowing the catastrophe I’d set in motion.

Barbie Chang’s Daughter Asks

Barbie Chang asks why the evil one always has black hair.

Beautiful Daughters

I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.

Because What We Do Does Not Die

The man protested, I didn’t do anything. He needed the job. I only kissed her.

Best Advice

I worry that I will be kidnapped by my cab driver and driven to an ATM.

Best Advice

Writing is a subversive activity that exempts you from the rules.

Best Advice

Abandon the idea that arts and sciences are mutually exclusive.

Best Advice

Truths don’t eclipse each other—they only complicate each other.

Between Here and Here

My father stood up, unable to choose which one of us to kill first.

Beyond the Glass Ceiling There’s Sky

If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.


“Bo? I need you to be a big boy now,” she said. “Are you ready?"


When we’re all together like this it feels like hope is a possibility.


On her wedding day Ellen accidently locked herself inside the pantry.

Broken Arm

A boy who makes dinosaurs from blue clay, each one with three hearts.

Budapest 1984

I saw my mother’s face turn dark like the winter sky before a storm.

Buried Voices

The story doesn’t begin until the van breaks down, I always say.


I had never thought of bed before as anything but an innocent place.