The Mobbing of a Bluejay

While I stand in the green functionsof the back yard, silent, except for the frictionsscraped by the clouds that promise not rain,but torrent, a gaunt bluejay peels into an appletree and a harness of robins descends to furyit quickly away. I see this and the remainsof nettles I cut yesterday, limp, like oldrags that refused... Continue Reading →


There are big words forbig ideas — but,there are small wordsfor everything else,like face, like eye, like lip.Like quiver and tear,there are small sounds,both long and short-waved, pronouncementsinto the flesh of things,like shrug and turnedaway. There is goneand pang and thunder,not fully summedin squandering, andhalf-lived in regret,as if chained was littlemore than an entry,some fiscal... Continue Reading →

In the Mayhem of Silence

It all went limp -the bags, the cobwebs, the rain.even the chains - even the chains,draped loose as curtains, brush the floor.Even the gray stain on the pillow slippeda bit before pausing, the hinge unhung the door.And all the several fibrous hums -the fridge, the gripe, the train, the pipe -an octave lower than before.... Continue Reading →

Each – as a Spoke

Each,we carrythe full weight of heaven,the piled dust that probes a cloudand falls upon a lockunruly in a faint breeze. Are we the air orthe stroke that cleaves it?Who’s to know. Who’s to resist the gas pullof Jupiter on this morn, westrung out like bandsof flax and false renditionsof self and need as tautas the... Continue Reading →

The Many Ways To Describe A Wife

She the better part of a Thursday. She the sag wire and the juice run through it -she every porchlight, every red dot speckleon screens too big and sleeps too small. She the snooze alarm. She the copper Chardonnayon the back of my tonguelapping at some old kidney stone -some plump liver soon to rust.She... Continue Reading →

A Hunger Assuaged

Come to me vagrant, O Death: starved of bone, starved of lung, dime-eyed and savage. Do not come to me gorged and gorgeous, for it is only when you have known true hunger, withered to a stalk, submitted to beggary and stale breads, you may come to my door, my table. It will be then,... Continue Reading →

Wind in the Ash

I know silence, I breathe silence, I am silence. But when the harsh winds streak among the ash, when the leaves are stripped green, when gaunt tarnished limbs hiss resilience, I must humbly bow my head, and whisper, to the fallen bark and leaves, lift my petty eyes, to the bones of trees, and whimper.... Continue Reading →

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