Poetry
fugitive
spring: the river swells unabashedly and / takes what it doesn’t own, pulling the soft / earth into it, taking, taking. / soon we don’t recognize what has always / been familiar:...
Grief, oranges
Never again will you do this: / peel an orange, its rind coming away / in ragged, cloth-lined cups. The globe beneath the skin / mapped out with white degrees of longitude....
Kelly Block Fire
A man is cuffed to a / wooden ladder. His body / transfixed as if the old / hag is sitting on his chest. He / cannot run or act. A piano...
e before i
I set out to find Glenn Gould’s gravesite. / Row 1088, Plot 1050. Nowhere near the rose garden. / / I wanted to see those notes. The Goldberg Variations. / Inscribed....
Sad Steps
Stumbling back to bed after a pee / I’m startled by the stalker moon, peeping / Thomasina through the spare room window. / Intruder, interruptrix: she’s looking a bit / rough around...
Girl, Walking
Ah you, bright you, / breaking day open like a dry loaf / and setting off through the billowing sky / that wafts across your mind / / like shantung...
(hospital vespers)
Doctors played your dosage like a card-trick, / scrabbled down the hallways yelling “Yahtzee!” / I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic, / something called “The Politics of Lonely,” / a...
Winter Archive
Tonight, steel mesh of constellations and a die-cut moon. Flames in the northern sky / and sirens — another fire in an old hotel. Every hour on the hour you wake and listen /...
Spring Break
Spring break. Kids are on the loose in the mind and everywhere. / Down by the creek, they club the ice with thick branches, / pelt its surface with stones, crying “die,...