Zoom

Barbara, can you please unmute your mic? And start again because we didn’t hear. John you’re below your frame, please hike your chair up or tilt down your webcam here. Wait just a moment while I share my screen… oh shoot I need to hit “computer sound.” This clip will...

Zhuangzi’s Dream in the Third Wave of the Pandemic

When I can’t sleep,fluttering awake from old and new worries, bad dreams,I try to count to a thousand by sevens.Just enough concentration to slow my heartto a gentle opening, closing,as on a flower in the sun,safe, and all alone.I try to count until the numbers lose...

Tinder Profile, or, Why On Earth Am I Not Matching With Anybody!?

My cautious heart would rather take things slow; To build a friendship, banter, joke, and play. But look, the rest of me is gasping, so I compromise to scratch the itch this way I turn to you, O vapid dating app Be COVID conscious. Test and quarantine Then test again,...

The Anatomy of a Tweet

I need another metaphor  Something besides a Dissection. No more knives and blood. I’m built more for punchlines than poetry Where it’s all artless, easy imagery too on-the-nose anyway, Isn’t it safer to hang back play the lovable idiot In case It turns out I’m...

The Roaches Come in Through the Front Door

This building is so nice, clean and well kept, and yet your horrible, flat bodies fit just so under the door and you come in sniffing, tasting, seeking to touch all my stuff. I like to think I’m a tolerant person but I draw the line right here. Literally, with borax....

Proximity

Later, when this is all over I believe I would like to drag the back of my fingernail across the skin just above your elbow feel the press of your lips to the inside of my wrist catch the shell of your ear between my teeth and pull, just a little. Coat my palate with...