When Hugh next met Sumiko at a club in the Shibuya ward of Tokyo, he was singing Elvis Costello’s “Allison” through a defective karaoke stage…

Soft waves lapped the cream-colored beaches of Waikiki. It was a silent, scented evening Cameron knew could only be found in this part of the world.…

“Night Driving” imagining buffalo herds grazing under the moon’s white haze the grasses dipping to the rifling breeze, or stars behind the drifting clouds after…

“Layer Ink Over Caesura” Caught shooting the sun’s tangent through the smoked filters of his instrument, his gaze bores inside flame. He postcards thoughts across…

Is it wrong to think about God when you’re lying on a bed in a cheap motel room with a heart recessed into the ceiling,…

Forget the bucket lists: We’re talking bunker lists— predictions of The End more regular than a man who takes his Metamucil. True, theories thus far…

I saw a sparkly backpack in front of me and didn’t know where to turn.  The canvas was black but consumed by clear gemstones two…

“Tangerine Peace” In my youthful hubris I was apt to think that the self was the epitome of all this substance that I was no…

“Passing Muster” You glowed in Shakespeare’s Measure play with art enough to make me wish you were my wife. And yet you parlayed Isabella’s part,…

When the day’s finished coming apart, I kick what’s empty all the way to bed, or stand and stare through the eyes of a penny…