Poetry

If we stand together beside the lake / on a spring afternoon, the breeze / will hold out its many cool hands / to greet us. And if we lie / down,...

Barometric saraband: triple-time dance of the thermometer, heat / palpitations. / You fumble for meaning in sweat & inevitability; damp sheets, / inexhaustible sheep & sleep / is a backwards counting of...

I. Pressure /   / start in midair, say, on a plane / the change in your ears as you descend–the pressure–is the / weight of the air      it is laid out...