Poetry
San Cristobal
Evening turns, / sudden as pigeons. / / Prayer flags white on the sky / like flickering wings / / Light pauses — / / the church dome bathed /...
The Astonished Bedroom
She is necklaces. / / He is a fine spray of axe. / / At what point does infidelity begin? / / During her instrument of hair throws /...
Red Dice
Cradling fire in cupped hands. / A wet bird. A thimbleful / of water. / / Yellow jackets / on stem of fireweed. / A crosshatched tweed dress suit, / ...
Sulphur in the Air
quick conversion. in lung. / H2SO4 / / or so. perhaps / alchemist / of fissures. / / a different kind / of metal: never yours, / /...
Hush
Don’t be scared. Every airplane is a suspension / of disbelief, a merger of physics and faith. / / Every airplane guides its housefly tongue / along a curving, snagless line....
There Are Shadows Behind Everything
in the fugitive’s house / small hands open to catch the rain / bodies coil into fetal position / kite strings unravel / / all the black and white photographs /...
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...