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25 Things You Should Know
I wanted to try a new break up poem instead of my usual lyrical versions. So I tried the list.
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Aubaude in Blue
this morning, (after we parted) on the train & on the way to work — just past the train yard,
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The Secret Lives of Things
In this poem, I was thinking about how we take ordinary things for granted and what it might be like if everything around us had a story to tell.
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Grandfather ( From Blurring the House)
I wrote this poem remembering Friday nights a long time ago with my grandfather, watching boxing on his old black-and-white TV.
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The Farmer
A digital collage inspired by Eadweard Muybridge – AI Free
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Copia – a poem
Copia is Latin for abundance, and the suburbs are drowning in it. Three-car garages, sunken living rooms and miles of sidewalks leading from “nowhere to nowhere.”
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Lovers in a Red Sky
What inspires a poet to paint? Here is a fictional poem about the origin of one of Chagall’s most famous paintings.
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Street Fighters
A digital collage inspired by Eadweard Muybridge – AI Free
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The Wrestlers
A digital collage inspired by Eadweard Muybridge – AI Free
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When we make love angels dance above our bedroom…
A Digital Collage – A Visual Poem
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Self Portrait With Wind
Self Portrait with Wind is my playful take on the idea of a self-portrait. Part ghost, part lost possession, or simply freedom from what ever was before. with no destination in mind. No face, no figure, and finally no need to explain myself.
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Woman in Blue
““Blue is darkness made visible.” Derek Jarman, Blue
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The Taken
I set The Taken at a wedding in East Los Angeles in 2025. People start disappearing, including the taco vendor, whose cart is left behind. I was thinking about the biblical Rapture and how immigration raids can make people vanish from everyday life. What starts as a celebration slowly turns into something much darker.
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Abandon – a poem
INTRO: This is an ecstatic poem I wrote a few years ago about letting go—about two people abandoning every rule, expectation, and old life to build something new together. It moves through the language of stars, infinity, and the small physical details of love, blending myth and intimacy. It’s about choosing each other fully,…
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Hand to Hand Project
The Orphan in the Line Welcome. If you are here, you found one of my pieces. Someone handed it to you, or you came across it somewhere, and you followed it back. I am glad you did. Before I tell you what this is, it helps to start with how it began, because it was…
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The Mermaid
Here is the girlwith the fishhookin her heart,her heart skippingevery leap year.Her skin shimmersas if caughtin a net of stars.Her body’s dull thumpagainst the shipsends Thank You cardsto everyone she’s loved.The fishermen come in from the sea,bellies full of insomnias.Their women waiton the docks,playing lush lullabieson mandolinsthey carry in their chests.Tonight the menwill dream of…
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Fidelito – a poem
In Fidelito, I follow a young Cuban exile through lost baseball dreams, illegal card games, and forbidden love. It’s about humor, heartbreak, and trying to find your way home when home keeps slipping away.
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Air Mail – a poem
A letter becomes a reliquary. Postmarks, lace, and the Sacred Heart hold a correspondence that keeps slipping sideways—into riddles, saints, and cities. The poem moves through Zurich and Berlin, through priests and postage, until it finds the shvod—house spirits sleeping in the walls—where devotion turns feral and domestic at once. The collage’s relics are not…
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Of Love and War – a poem
Of love and war unfolds across three movements where intimacy becomes shelter, resistance, and quiet defiance. Against the machinery and rumors of war, the lovers claim their own country of touch, tenderness, and whispered rebellion—waging a different kind of battle that ends in white bed sheets and love letters written on the body.
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The Grieving Tree – a digital collage
I wanted grief to feel shared here—not dramatic, not explained, just present. Something the body and the tree carry together.
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Sepulveda – a poem
This poem traces the uneasy space between longing and fear—the rising water in the shower, the anxious dog, the coyote under a streetlight, and the trembling that comes when memory and anxiety won’t let the body rest. I would have you hold me explores tenderness shadowed by dread.
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ICARUS
Your demise began early. as it does for the majority of us all . The world and its repeated histories, the Braille of scars, wrong turns and cull-de sacs From your perch, you watch a cold blue smoke rise on the other side of the river, from an abandoned field, from a thicket of…
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You are as beautiful…
As the empty dresson the floor or as joyfulas nakednessThe orchestra is nowplaying the notes I wrotefor you in the marginsof a dreamYour beauty has takenme to a beachwith waves hushedlike a child finallyfallen asleep, wherethe tide has left onlybeautiful thingsAn ivory combA tattered wedding dressA prosthetic legAnd the last dreamof a drowning woman
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Blurring the house – a poem
It’s August captures a young father mowing the lawn, children tangled in summer flowers, and a hidden figure smoking in the house. This poem reveals the quiet complexity of early family life and the moment when heat and memory blur what we think we know of home.
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Untitled Landscape
Post Script A landscape, kind of, if you squint. This one’s about earth, water, and sky refusing to stay in their lanes. There’s a horizontal band through the middle that wants to be a horizon, but instead it just cuts the thing in half, because apparently unity was never the goal. I’m not into landscapes…
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Silent Movie Dreams
A striking digital collage by Chris Leibow capturing 1920s vintage glamour. The piece features a flapper girl with vivid blue eyes and a cloche hat smoking a cigarette, set against a distressed, leaf-patterned retro wallpaper backdrop.
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Six Poems for Sveta, the Day She Had Her Epiphany.
A six-poem epiphany cycle exploring a surreal and impossible relationship with Sveta. These poems move through moonlight, telegrams, spinning hearts, fractured responsibility, and the tension between desire and distance. Humor and ache sit side by side as the speaker and Sveta communicate through frayed lines, imagined moons, and missed messages. A meditation on longing, mixed…
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Dreaming of the Sea
“The fish circled the ceiling for three days before she stopped looking up. By the second day she’d stopped trying to catch them. She sat beneath them and waited for them to say something. On the third day the cat came in and sat beside her, both of them staring up at the fish. Then,…
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The Favor – a prose poem
A man waits at a diner while the woman he loves meets another man in a motel room. A poem about devotion, self-sacrifice, and the ache of loving without possession.
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Herons and Dancer in Blue
A dancer dissolves into motion across a field of blue. Veils become waves, gestures become echoes, and the body appears less as a fixed form than as a passing trace of light and memory.
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Longhorn Skull and Wild Roses
Bone and blossom meet in a crimson field of memory. A longhorn skull floats among wild roses, creating a surreal meditation on impermanence, resilience, and the beauty that persists alongside loss.
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Surreal Still Life with Flowers and Rabbit
I leaned a dead hare against a vase of dying flowers. I was going for that old still-life painting look, but I wanted to mess with it a little. I was thinking about how life and death, or plenty and empty, or pretty and rotting, the flowers are slowly joining the hare. I wasn’t trying…
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The Dead are Astonished
A poem that imagines the dead not as solemn, but astonished—light, laughing, and in awe—watching the living from a gentle distance.
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insistent
insistenta bite after a kiss.pink knowledge.”I lick my bloodied lip.”desperate grace.A suitcase by the door.a child’s facestares through the windowto a mirrorwithout a reflectiona promise of a life with less winter. O the gaze of other mornings.Tired.Horns play from the otherside of a rising moon-a deep baritonerises out of the wetlands.A dead heron in the…
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Longing / Falling (Study in Suspension, Study in Absence) digital collage
An inverted figure hangs in a field of dark texture and dim light. The image considers suspension, exposure, and the uneasy calm between falling and flight.
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Skull in Roses
A cattle skull emerges through roses and worn paint. The work holds beauty and mortality in the same frame, suspended in quiet tension.
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Sins of the Fathers – a poem
A haunting winter train ride leaving Kraków becomes a surreal meditation on inheritance, identity, and the strange tenderness of memory—where a grandfather’s stolen silver beard becomes a child made of breath and snow.
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home sweet home -digital collage
Blue house-forms drift across water beneath a washed sky. Home Sweet Home reflects on instability, waiting, and the uneasy promise of shelter.
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The Procession: a digital collage
A line of figures repeats and advances beneath a dark, suspended form. Movement becomes pattern. Pattern becomes meaning.
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the interlude: a poem
This poem traces a brief, aching love—from physical closeness and longing to the aftermath, where memory turns into a footnote and names become just names.
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Coming to America – a poem
Gravity-gravity brought my great-grandfatherto this country. It was my great-grandmother’swill, she who wrestled the moon changing tides, disturbing orbits.She brought him to America, and yet he never left GermanyAnd became a suit in a chair. A shadow against a wall.When everyone was gone, he’d walk, walk the Platte River,past the smelters and the Rendering plant.…
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The Returning: a digital collage
Postscript I never know what I’m going to make before I begin. I respond to images that interest me and bring them together. I let them speak for themselves. I stop when the conversation between them feels complete. This is made out of 8 distinct elements. I appreciate work centered on the contradiction between the…
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In The Beginning: a poem in IV parts
I.Suddenly a flash across the sky—a bang, a scentthe scent of rain.Then rainthenanother bangsetting off all the car alarms in my heart II.In the beginningyou came to me like a flash of lightningthat makes everything visible for a brief momentand stays in the eye longerYes, in the beginning you came to me in a flash,…
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Hotel Cavalier – a poem
Inside the Hotel Cavalier, tenderness flickers amid the dark. In the glow of neon and the ache of solitude, love reveals itself—fragile, imperfect, and human.
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Homage – a digital collage
Homage: a meditation on the body, the land, and the quiet forces that shape us.
