Coroner’s Report: Poem for Tom Sloane

The pessimistic parts of me All thought we were heading For an autopsy You and I In your clinically white bedroom Identifying the cause of death Sharp and sterile And dispassionate Both of us knowing full well What we will find Weighing on the chest cavity, Blocking the throat Heart murmurs but low pressure Slow […]

All This Trouble in the World

I still remember the summer night when I first saw a live band perform up close. It was a few years back, when the Queen’s Hotel was still open on main street, when my parents’ marital status wasn’t constantly being called into question, when the nervous ties to my self-worth were still wound tight around […]