(This sonnet first published in  Grand Little Things )  History offered her no hiding place From where the fingers of a ghoulish God Upon...

The heart is a deluded admiral Who, leaving his profession of the sea, Essayed the passage that he chose to call Happiness and home. Suc...

Forgive me, father figure. I have sinned Better than you. I made my brother tongue Spit from my mouth like a Septuagint. The virgin poem...