Stifled
Black X inked onto my sticky skin as I’m walking into blurry faces smeared here against the wall we create at the doorway. We meet bleary...
The End
Spicy Food Murder my lips Numb Regret in my stomach Fak. #MichaelMasleyHannett #poetry #20172018
Homecoming
That big brown house in Windsor. I lived in the basement, across from the broken pellet stove. In Winter, my feet would get chilled by...
Women Empowering Women
Just give me one second to analyze, one minute One feeling can turn into an experience One gaze can become a whole movie Drink your own...
Elegy for Terrence Tart
I see you now only in memories of burnt tire tracks and unshaven mugs you are my favorite rusty thought I can still smell your Marlboros...
13 Ways of Looking at a Miscarriage
I. The parents breathe woe The infant no longer does The bond is broken II. At least it was soon I wish your other life well But I...
Ode to Emma and Elegy for Youth
My youth? I hear it mostly In the bells of her springtime giggles I smell it mostly In the sun-soaked sky and Stepped-on skunkweed I...
A Soldier's March
His house sits empty and still as the melody of his favorite classical sonata dances through open spaces. On a blue sofa pushed against...
Wormwood
Her arm delves into warm May soil, Wriggles like the worms Her grandfather cleaved With the whites of his fingernails Then punctured and...
The Big Dipper Full of Daisies
I like to believe that when someone dies, their soul explodes among the clouds like a supernatural supernova. Smaller pieces have fallen...
