Poetry
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...
Dream Sonnet 3: Mother, Crater Lake
She contemplates her mirror-self, dead still / the afternoon air. No grasshoppers sing. / Lake limpid, a bowl of blue glass, a womb / too cold to swim. Volcano collapsed. / On...
reality wayfarers
you know the story / how the narrative shifts / anticipates departure / like sealing wax / or the broken logic of punishment / / the last train gone past /...
On the Cusp of Spring
It’s been years now since you drifted / into the silence years since you dug / a bed in the snow for us / since we lay down your tail over your...