Poetry

Bed Making After the ER if I hold this threadbare sheet just right let hot breeze blow through my open window and become noon light I can almost feel the...

Originally featured in the January 2010 issue of A&U.   Shades Inspired by the filming of Gus Van Sant’s film Milk, in San Francisco’s Castro district, January, 2008 They...

She Came Late to Writing She came late, her wheelchair hooked to a Critikon, her smile still slightly there, a bright red bandana tight around her head. She...

Ash I was a kid and didn’t know you but went to your funeral my cousin died of AIDS but didn’t know what that meant just wore...

Though it lacks the deliberateness of fire setting the bridges or boats once one’s passed into strange lands or foe’s territory— dark Rubicon crossed over on horseback, fighting...

Editor's note: Originally appeared in the August 2005 issue of A&U.   Visit IV On the skirted porch that flanks two sides of the house, on a wicker table, kept...

Days of 1993, ’94, and ’95                     The Montrose Clinic, Houston Timing; the lag. You couldn’t know....

Untitled, After Rukeyser I lived in the century after the war. I’d go out on the street after events where we stood on the stage one by...

Two Decades and then Some No one writes about the dead anymore. The fear of infection and loss isn’t so dramatic now. Pills are today’s answer to...

Lines on my HIV Test “Glory and light of poets! now may that zeal and love’s apprenticeship that I poured out on your heroic verses serve me...