So, this is what it’s like to truly miss you:wanting nothing more than to wrap you in my armslike I would wrap a present with a nice, tight red bow. Your smooth, supple legs twining around mine,our clothes lost from top to bottom—the threads unraveling with each kiss& each brush of each touchrenewing my faithContinue reading “Threads”

It’s the little things

It’s the little things that set you apart from others:your shining blue eyes,the way you brush your teeth,the way you comb your hair,and the way in which you walk with your calve musclesit’s the steady thumping of your fingers on your keyboard,your sharp laughter at something funny,and your long hugswhich warm me like a blanketContinue reading “It’s the little things”

How to Love Someone Two Hours Away: a Time Capsule

It’s harder than concrete,& sparser than the desert flowers Meeting up, everything’s rushed:time floats like the loon they say;driving the kids around in the golf cart,pushing little Ezra to “go higher!” on the swing set,watching The Lego Movie on your grandma’s bed Kissing you is sweeterthan salt water taffy;our tongues crackling electricity in our mouths,snappingContinue reading “How to Love Someone Two Hours Away: a Time Capsule”


Your body is an inspirationfrom which I can paint,splattering bits of the colors you’re wearing onto my canvas I rub color-pieces of clothes onto my canvas:the red of your button-down shirt,my faded blue jeans,& your Game of Thrones socks. I smear all of theseinto the thick white canvas spread before me& leave impressions of themContinue reading “Canvas”

The Boys of Hood Hall

Jude &JB &Willem && Malcolm. You are a found family of Peter Pan’sa brotherhood built from the ground up in Hood Hall,friends through shithole apartments& ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends,starting at the bottom of the law firm/art/architecture/film ladder& working your way up to the top floorto push your way out onto the roofstanding side-by-side, fists raised inContinue reading “The Boys of Hood Hall”

lounging rock

the sun shines brightly through the treeswarming me on the lounging rockwhere I lie, stretched out on my backlistening to the whipper willowsand the sighing aspen leaves M.B.B.3/21/2020

Piano Keystrokes

I play keystrokes like some play the piano. I plink out words, which are my melodies. I move with the flow of words. My song flows out of my wrists like a rushing river. My left and right-hand move in synchronized ballet, each lifting and falling on their tippy toes. Some people play the piano;Continue reading “Piano Keystrokes”

Dear Willem

You compiled my life for me—a spreading accordion of file folders labeled Jude I Jude II Jude III Jude IV bursting with awards, photos, certificates, love letters, JB’s art, & my legal documents With you,you shone like the Sun,brightening the white-washed walls of our apartment Your jumper cable armswound around me kept me safefrom theContinue reading “Dear Willem”