Poetry
weather
Holding a spade in moonlight behind the café / where we ate lunch this afternoon. / Silver. Silver garbage cans and clotheslines and fences. / Air itself radioactive, cold. / What is...
the nectarine room
Branches like fingers trace dark patterns / across the bright walls of that room, / I wonder at their boldness, sheer guts / the old woman appearing at the window, / her...
from a height
What vantage but depth? Barefoot, / You took your place at the balcony edge / and looked out: the dewed city slept; / no cars crept on streets, no pedestrians / walked....
the good life
The skinny slick of fame dries up: a relief, a betrayal that’s welcome. / Head to the valley and sit by the fall of the stream getting over itself. / The other...
report on mummified remains
As the organ conceived of as residence of the soul, the one the undertakers / undertook to keep ready and whole, a lantern easily available to light, the / presence of a...
camera-eye archives
1. / Memory 921,849: Tommy the blind guy / / I never knew how he got our telephone number / Or how he shot a perfect game of pool / On...
of future cosmetics
What they might try to map out / on my face, or with needles / / I would rather burn / / The unfinished quilts / pressed, in a case,...
wanting
It’s 2:30 am, the time / I’m supposed to forget, / when we open our legs / for gruff solace. Romance / took a hike two hours ago / and I want...
how to recognize change
Clouds scud by the moon and patches / of light appear in the snow-seeded clouds. / / Greater temperature variation does not mean / we get nicer weather. / /...