has had work published in recent issues of Apple Valley Review
, Boston Literary Magazine
, Mannequin Envy
, Blue Fifth Review
and Tattoo Highway
He has dreams of winning the lottery and being able to afford tickets to a Rolling Stones concert again.
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Van Gogh's Expenses
Theo, forgive me for my constant begging.
I am short of tubes of paint.
I'm also tired. I could be walking through dunes
as I make my way to a vantage point.
I am rationing my meals to afford canvases.
What is the point of eating
if I cannot work?
Yet without the semblance of good health
my paintings become muddied;
lacks the firmness
of plowed ground. How
I long for days when the olive trees writhed
like swimmers wading through wild surf.
But when I'm exhausted the moon
is dull pewter. It's odd how one’s health
changes a landscape, the way
a lantern throws its personality
into a room.