Poetry
Pain
Pain is a prowler at your back door, scuffing his boots, / smudging the window, rattling the knob; / a robber stomping on your glassed photographs, scooping your / grandfather’s...
Icarus
You are always there, Icarus, / frozen in our minds in mid-fall / for the sport of us poets / who are compelled to wring / meaning out of the thinnest air...
The Lay of Fafnir
(Fáfnismál) / / Once Sigurd and Regin reach the peak of Gnita-heath they find the dragon Fafnir’s / footprints falling to the shore. So Sigurd digs a pit mid-path and hides...
Memo from Another Planet
We monitored every thought examined every move / teleported to your planet undetectable replicas of our being / / They pinpointed the weapons stockpiled on orbiting satellites / and atomized...
Homecoming
The world is older than any thought. All thought. / The earth primary and larger than our ideas. / Step outside and look up at the oak, its broken / branches, the...
Damage Deposit
My Rumi, your Yeats. You back the threadbare furniture out the parlour / door. I don’t help. In the kitchen, water unboils; effervescent dust motes / float above the white stove. A...
Dinner Theatre
1. / / I played Chopin on our grand piano, / languid legato, my mother suffering from radiation poisoning / that burned both the noxious malignancy / and her rage. /...
NUNAVUT
CHANGE / I. / We pull the bell, call them in, the ice melts further North. / The arrival of cargo, slow unload from the turboprop: Breakdancing videos / Ipods ...
Writing, after heavy spring rain
These are markers on the dial of the seasons: / Armloads of winter wood & hours / beside the kumquat coals / of the parlour stove; / buckets of ash that leach...