Poetry
How Is It I Came to Be Summed Up As I Am Now
How is it I came to be summed up as I am now? / Did the carbon in me pirouette through / cedar, a sleek fish, diamonds — or cities as ancient as...
Down to You
I trampled those days, a lion, believed / in myself with a ferocity that has since / never been the same. They were days / when self-knowing became real, a dented /...
It begins
It begins with betrayal / In not being able to express / The crushed grape in your chest / The taste of morgue in your mouth / And how the lions in...
The Poet
He was born crying and he died laughing. / And in-between? Some smiles / given mostly to the old, / the young, women. And he wept / at the still swings in...
Crimes
Over dinner, I told how we lit the lampless night. / With butane from a yellow can, we drew pentagrams / and forbidden words on the asphalt. / / When the...
the thimble-sparrow
headfirst, into / the / harsh window / like a hammer (i think) / ...
Photo of a Family Vacation [1967]
He is a blade slipping on the skin of a trout. / He is a blade and he is slipping and he is a trout. / Skirting the shallows, the screen of...
Song of a Summer
Half-life / of a half-crushed wasp: writhing / and whiptailed. / * / Mr. Venom-Sac / knocked splat. / Dregs of legs. / * / Nailed, mosquito / stigmata. / * /...
My Lone Ranger
my lone ranger / would have a speech impediment / / for example / / He would say haltingly: / Tonto / Me want know why / Me talk like...