Poetry
Sonnet for Winding Late Clocks
Past noon and I find too late light has made / a dial of shadow before me. Thoughts / poised, mid-strike. An algorithmic delay / of traffic angled in vectors but not...
Therapy
Handwriting your autobiography on tinfoil with a feather pen in aquamarine foam ink. Diagnosis always / / Subtle — answer a multiple choice test. Do you grab objects from other people? ADD. Does your /...
Perfect
When I am fourteen, my father will quit / his job and sell our home. He will use the money / to start a sign-making business. He will start / by buying...
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Legging It
Three lads on their backs, feet on the roof, / ‘walk’ a three-mile ell through a tunnel / hardly wider than the barge they lie on. / Lives of cartage and cramp....
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Imagine
for a grandson, unborn / / A house in a ‘shoebox’: pitched roof, gable ends, / breeze through a tiny window teasing the snowy / Priscillas. Unseated buses, tool sheds: versions...
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Sound Painter
Two worlds have collided, she’s the sailboat / on Sunday afternoon to my Monday morning / barge, probably I cramp her style, even though / we’re floating in the same waters, two...
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Returning Home
The air is like a June night and you’ve left the city behind for stars / and you’re driving the old beater as if through a movie you remember / until you...
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Reverberate
Remember that you are one of many: versions of injury and disease in yellow-walled rooms / before an open hall; a tag around each wrist / / to indicate location and...
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Chroia the Synesthete
She could tell, they said, a wolf howl / from a weasel, a raven from a rattlesnake, / puss moth in flight from the pika’s / shrill whistle. No one else had...