Poetry
winter tells
I think in the winter. / That was when. / cold and hot at the same time / wet and dry / / blue lips and parka umbra of fur, soft...
parlez-vous français?
A knock at the door of my furnished room / in a downtown Winnipeg rooming house / where I study in the afternoons. / I open to the woman from the next...
zapotecs
I would like to be kidnapped by a Zapotec / but am too small to climb the pyramids. / / Learn to stuff the pavo in Náhuatl; domestication / of the...
tree and flower
Tender and charming / Peach blossoms fallen / Into a transparent dream / On the unmowed lawn / Whose snoring disturbs / The wakening leaves / I would like to give them...
the bus lurches
The bus lurches and an old woman / falls into the aisle. People’s faces mimic / out-rushing tides as they help / her back to her seat. She turns / her eyes...
dead leaves
At opening of September it appears / there’s twice as many leaves as there had been / in the last week of August: they increase / with every day and hour, and...
arrival
Here is no destination, / but the hazy finale of a hasty departure. / My half-baked attempt / to escape a conspiracy of / normalcy; drift for a time / on the...
elle, vertige
elle, vertige prise au sternum / / déboulements avachis à l’intermède de la / / conscience à même la rosée des promesses /...
flotilla
I’m beginning to worry the bay is nothing but the night. / / I know how darkness checks a wind. / Letting only moonlight pool and spread / Like the negative...