Poetry

Backward-fold  the  cervical  atlas.  The  spinal incunabulum articulates the isochronal loral line. Hollow bone archaeology. Canarygrass reed, elemental cannulae, transitional fossil thoracentesis (Pulmonarius lithographica). Cryptic /   / Archaeopteryx. Air-swindler. Non-bird bird. ...

Long after I have left / this room, I am still somewhere. / If not here, there. / If not there, where? /   / Later I see A. / on the...

You envy nothing. Not the firm riot / of trees casting closer / as boat pulls to shore. Not / shore. Not road. October’s /   / chroma wash blank / against...

O short-stringed kite of the underworld / O flightless black moth /   / O crumpled cage of the rainless / O question mark of the masses / O hustler at doorways...

No one will find us in this city — not your valentine, / not the line of dogs he’s chained by the throat. My collar / blooms chin-high, is perfumed with lilac where you...

That plane tree caught my eye / when I first walked here. A maple, / the sellers said, wife streaming / with allergies each spring. But it was, / no, a plane...

It was a time when I was good to all / the world, a time when all the world still called / me good. The smoke from Ide’s kitchen mounts /  ...

rocks grew in the fields in the spring: / this was not a wonder; ice moving in earth / clenching and releasing them, pushed them / into the light over generations; /...

All those awkward years / you didn’t realize you were training: /   / Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack / clapped fast, fast, faster / to the recess bell /   /...