We were in the alley beside The Ritz costume store. She pointed at a chandelier inside. “I really like chandeliers,” she said. “I like old-fashioned things that are full of light.” “Me&You, Both,” I said. “Have you ever seen the chandelier store on 11th Street?” “Yeah, it’s right next to the cabstand. I usta seeContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Me and New Girlfriend Kiss in an Alley””
In the Notes app on my iPhone I have a folder called “ideas” where I log inspirations for future writing pieces. Sometimes it’s a line, sometimes just a word, sometimes a whole concept. I’ve had this one in there for awhile that just says “Failed Bowerbird.” And every so often I get an urge toContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Look, Man, I’m Not Gonna Write about a Failed Bowerbird Yet, Okay?””
“Did you wash your hands?” she asked me again. I knew I couldn’t touch her face until I did. “I did,” I told her. “You know you have to scrub for at least twenty seconds for it to actually kill all the germs,” she said. This was before the Virus moment when the rest ofContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Happy Birthday 2X””
“I like your edge,” she told me in a certain way with a certain look. It was during my poetry open mic heyday when my readings attempted to convey some kinduv inner blade. Quick, precise and metal forged, splitting vulnerable solids apart, always on the verge of drawing blood, shining as it swiped.
Baby, I love how you have a dead scorpion on your pillow it’s my favorite thing about you I like to watch it decompose together rotting claws stinger mush exoskeleton odors once formidable killer of small insects now shrinking into a sheet stain right where your head’s supposta sleep I admire your half-smile as pincersContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Your Dead Scorpion””
Her body hasn’t been here for awhile, but her panties still are. Somewhere over on the other side of the room. The dog is still here too. She’ll grab the panties in her mouth and bring them over to my side of the room. We’ll be watching a show or something together, and I’ll lookContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Panties ‘n Dog””
“MEN, DON’T write about women undressing anymore,” a woman on Twitter said. I didn’t know her. It was just retweeted into my feed. But she seemed like an agent or editor or someone with some influence in the literary world. And it made me think of all the women I’d written about undressing. Exes StrippersContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “MEN DON’T””
I was in New York City. Place of overcrowding, and cynicism, and stink. The largest city in America. It was the night before a friend’s wedding, and I had time to kill, and the only thing I could think to do was go to this bar to find a Boulder poet girl’s long lost father.Continue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Full Potential””