Poetry
Transmission from Jupiter
I made it. Five years puffed like a lung / then collapsed. After so many kilometres, / I thought Callisto would be smiling. / Thought Europa’s beaches would have surf / ...
Blood in a Place I Could Not Yet Understand
It was harder to say no back when Paul / threatened to sue me after I told him / I couldn’t play GI Joe anymore beneath / the weevil-chewed spruce on the...
Semiotic Signs Approaching Winnipeg: General Sign Over Downtown (Now Outside It).
The hammer of judgement on the nails of practicality / evokes the tendency to miss the point of actuality / replacing it with exaggerated ambition of fiction / loather and lyncher of...
untethered
is it my blood that makes me wander? / the diaspora of my soul scattered / over many lands / the bones of my ancestors / how they pull...
The day dawns on and undoes us
The wet sand and sweat that mortared / our hands since dusk scorched / and mouldered to dust. Still / / sunlight can’t unlight / a candle once lit— it / ...
Gimli/Kanada
Og Brett, 3ju kynslóðar / Icelander, 6 ½ fet, 250 lbs / (höfuðið samsvarandi / tjúguskegg (rauðlitt) / undan fornmanninum / ESK / var sá fyrsti (Br.) sem ég / ræddi við...
Blue Spruce
It stands up / for wildness / in the face of the civil / lies told by the humming wires / overhead in the back alley / / It stands /...
Wreckage
When Grimsvötn’s eruption wiped / out a steel bridge, floodwater bending / the massive beams like origami, / / the rusted surface resembled a plane’s / wing cut deep into the...
Yes, ‘I’m Happy’
I went looking for someplace to hide / the ocean. Selfish girl. / Trying to shut my eyes in a wave. / Line all the walls with water. / / The...