Poetry
montreal, lcp agm 2004
I rimmed my eyes in black and wore plastic / and metal around my neck. Sheri-D piled / her hair on top of her head and danced / in pointed black boots....
beach
We brought you here already tired, / my eighteen-month-old hunter-gatherer, / soldiering through sand to forage / for bits of treasure to bring back to me: / cigarette butts, broken shells, /...
racemic interludes
and you / opening after to my / opening also / / your mouth / breaks in less words, more life forms / a wave or / one look before the...
in the room of quartz
And in the room of quartz blooms / / nothingness which is a cemetery of crows / / each bearing a bright yellow something / / in his beak...
two swimmers, belloram
There is a song for the dead / and the drowned / the tune of which I can’t remember, / so many seasons from the sea. / Though there was a time...
my mother’s waltz
Crouched in the stairwell / cloaked in shadows / I watch my mother / in the kitchen / waltz / / Her faded housecoat / cinched tight / around soft waist...
shift
the river drew me to her— / / sent her butterfly scouts / to beckon me / down / / fir and pine / became birch / / silver...
playground
Egg tempera on pressed wood panel, 1948 / / A compound flagged by concrete, cracks unadorned / By blades of grass straggling into the light pouring in / / Between...
book buff
Egg tempera on gesso panel, 1994 / / Taut prose stripped bare / / His skin stretched by time, the relaxed lines / Of muscle underneath still / Firm as...