There’s two kinds of women–those you write poems about and those you don’t.

Once I dated a woman I only liked 43%.So I only listened to 43% of what she said.Only told the truth 43% of the time.And only kissed with 43% of my lips.Some say you can’t...

If you heard your lover scream in the next roomand you ran in and saw his pinkie on the floor, in a small puddle of blood.You wouldn’t rush to the pinkie and say, ‘Darling, are...

Mathematicians still don’t understandthe ball our hands made, or howyour electrocuted grandparents made it possiblefor you to light my cigarettes with your eyes.It isn’t as simple as me climbing into the windowto leave six ounces...

The Everlasting Staircase”Jeffrey McDanielWhen the call came, saying twenty-four hours to live,my first thought was: can’t she postpone her exitfrom this planet for a week? I’ve got places to do,people to be. Then grief hit...

Now I’m just like everybody else, and it’s so funny, the way monogamy is funny, the waysomeone falling down in the street is funny.I entered a revolving door and emergedas a human being. When you...

But one kiss levitates above all the others. Theintersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss.Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,like a mermaid...

I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silenceso far, without spilling a drop.

When you were sleeping on the sofaI put my ear to your ear and listenedto the echo of your dreams.That is the ocean I want to dive in, merge with the bright fish, plankton and...

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs...

I used to think love was two people suckingon the same straw to see whose thirst was stronger,but then I whiffed the crushed walnuts of your nape,traced jackals in the snow-covered tombstones of your teeth.I...

I realise there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.

Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice the ring that’s landed on your finger, a massiveinsect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the endof a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurtin...

Hey you, dragging the halo-how about a holiday in the islands of grief? Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.Your eyes are so blue they leak.Your legs are longer than a prisoner’slast...

We didn’t deny the obvious,but we didn’t entirely accept it either.I mean, we said hello to it each morningin the foyer. We patted its little headas it made a mess in the backyard,but we never...

Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

I surrendered my identity in your eyes.Now I’m just like everybody else, and it’s so funny, the way monogamy is funny, the waysomeone falling down in the street is funny.I entered a revolving door and...

The Quiet WorldIn an effort to get people to lookinto each other’s eyes more,and also to appease the mutes,the government has decidedto allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.When the phone...

We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’tgrow on trees, like in the old days. So wheredoes one find love? When you’re sixteen it’s easy, like being unleashed with a credit cardin a...