Earful

I’d like to pick
this little beige flower
of cartilage,

one of the two
I’ve grown, and place
its long red stem

inside a crystal
vase to decorate
the haunt your voice

recovers in
on nights like this
when silence

has its say
but neither of us
wants to be alone.

—originally in The Georgia Review

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Recent Poems Available Online:

“Washing Your Feet” at Verse Daily / originally in Ecotone

Three Poems at The Academy of American Poets

“After Making Love We Hear Birdsong” at Vandal Poem of the Day / originally in Poetry Northwest

“Twenty-Five Years of Fresh Air” at Image

“Poltergeists” at Verse Daily / originally in Birmingham Poetry Review

“Silent Anniversary” at Verse Daily / originally in Southern Indiana Review

Ten Poems at From the Fishhouse