This weekend 7/19 +7/20
BABUSHWICK will hold a booth at Brooklyn Night Bazaar from 7 p.m. until 1 a.m.
Stop by and check out our collection of hand-made and vintage jewelry, accessories, and floral crowns!

One of my poems “Belly of the Whale” is now available in print at Poetry Quarterly’s summer issue.
The poem is dedicated to a Glens Falls based artist/ friend Matt Daly.


“Belly of the whale”

Days pass,
And the sycamores keep further away.
I have been nowhere,
Yet these omen-faced fields
Turned slightly against me.

Was it them squirming at dawn?

Following them are white sheets,
Perfectly ironed and crucified.
You say I’m as a cold as the mountains.
I do not believe this.
You ask something about the amphibian man,
Does he keep his teeth in a jar?
He shrunk like a dwarf in Long Island,
It is way too far off for me to even care.
I see us moving diagonally,
You laugh, and
The mouthful of dandelions are quiete red.

They set off the car engine.

I blame no one but these promising Adirondacks.
Though this is not home ,
The forest keeps us inseparable.
White , and stupendous ,
I do not need the safety of walls.
They cage in on my freedom.

Besides, I do not care for the epics,
The dead Ten Commandments,
Or Ulysses S. Grant.
I’ve ghosts of my own-
A 23 year old brother surviving off paint.
He is only a half-corpse.

4 weeks since I’ve seen him.
Youre weeping,
And I’m as mute as gardenias.
You and I ,
We need nothing at all.
Just the smoke ,
And the torn up newspapers,
Resting deep
They are there, in the belly of the whale.