Poetry
what I didn’t tell the insurance agent
How time knelt down. And the deer hit my car / like a thud of earth. About the elongated whirl / of the Ryder truck speeding past me on the highway. /...
trop de vert
I am writing all this down—sheared asphalt, / groves of mango and saman, / two white crosses moored by the highway, / side-by-side, ripe with symbolism, / but someone else’s. / ...
driving the 330 from gander
The land has given up, lain down / sulking for miles, refusing to stand / up to the heavy press of snow. / From a distance the shaking flakes / swarm in...
diagnosis
Limned with hoar frost / an alien geography / speeds past car windows, / / a lingering half-moon / fades into the white-blue / / sky; this is the day...
shown on this map:
all the things we let in / to the soft tissue of our bodies— / car alarms, pesticides, oxygen. / Some chosen; some forced: / nicotine, asbestos. Latitude of / learned habits...
present temperature
1. FIVE DEGREES / Somewhere a man with expensive eyeglasses / parses the smell of water / from a shelf of small clear tubes. / He is precise and the perfume /...
the ghostline
Imagine a big man, the kind you find / in the district of the upper hand / / and you’ll know my father. You’ve met him / on the ghostline, walking...
the poet
The poet, who I have it on authority / enjoys tequila reposado and group sex, / / ought to write more interesting poems. / Too many trees, and he no swinger...
subliming
to wake with perfect awareness of muscle, houses all in a row, questions sprinkled amongst the chairs. look back, little arrow, then step out, cross in full curiosity. the horizon is a...