Lit Poetry

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...

I was fat in Japan but still someone grabbed my ass in Akihabara - Electric Town - Geek City - Land of the Otaku - My guidebook mentioned that groping could...

My soles have walked the earth a hundred times over, and over time have walked. Miles of moonlight, Scores of sunshine, Running after rain, Wading in wind, Counting currents backwards           and...

Where are you from? my children are asked not because of how they talk, or how they look, but how we look with one another, this unfamiliar form of...