Lit Poetry

When all the stop lights on Main Street began flashing yellow we knew we were out past curfew.   Our inner compasses should have been set for us to migrate...

who asked me what she should do when she feels like writing but is scared of “the thing” that will come out. I know. The...

The air was heavy with the sticky, sour smell of goblin men. I went to market when I was 19, my arms and legs soft and...

When I told you my story, I never mentioned him. But he’d been there, in between English and Spanish II with Mrs. Garcia. I could never tell if he...

While I drive her home from the movie theater, she tells me about the junior prom. And how she bought her black gauze gown...

after Joshua Marie-WilkinsonOne girl runs out of the classroom when the health teacher pops a tape into the VCR about anorexia. One girl tells...

  "You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you" ~ Carly Simon   Sometimes the question arrives              after a reading, but most often it’s a comment appended to...

Broken bird on a chain. Unfree Unclean Stretching Reaching Straining veins he can’t keep you Don’t let him beat you You can be free broken bird Your cries are heard Don’t dwell...

I don’t tell them about the time you were supposed to pick me up from school or the payphone or the answering machine or...

Under the dreamer's hat There are many visions All incomplete A A A Michael Allen's work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bare Hands Poetry, the Nervous Breakdown, Luciferous, and...