What you see here, now, happened long ago...
Catching Rain
Passerine
She sold birdsong at the fair...
[on a kettle of hawks]
Not so simple then to rise...
Incongruity
Milfoil — a thousand blades come fresh from sleep...
And This
Bear witness to the cruel, yes. And bear witness to the cruel love that binds...
Triangulation as a means of establishing Doubt
Deliverer of ice and abandon,Bringer of sweets and old rind,Maker of burnt grass and pipes,wire, black tire pond and larvae, What am I to make when brickis neither form nor rock nor mould?I draw a picture of a bird as there is no bird,a wife as there is no wife,a boot as there is no... Continue Reading →
Like Loose Dogs
If you cannot, then you mustslip off the rim of your stout blue cup,run quicksilver on what can only be called toils,the twin toils of posture and tired gates,rustbound to a hinge - slim passage -the way mice flatten and slip into a cupboard,chew your rice, your wire, and every fiberof what was pantried, constant... Continue Reading →
Underneath the Echo
It’s like blow in a hollowlike didgeridoo —a coo into madnesslow slung lowhammock of an old song— numb, the breeze of hercool like swallow Come songCome song come gut come loose stringCome song come song come home song She tap in the windowsmear in the middensdrop dead arterial — right nowwheezing in a pumpmumbling in... Continue Reading →
Sedition
...No phalanx can hold before such anarchy.
Brief Narcissus
You want cool light —Black light leopard light?Acid light? Tape velvet to a crane then —lift up a lump anddrop it in the tub.Soap ring don’t rise,never did. Dropped anvil from a ledge once,It was my body, my body —the whip rush slab watersting body —nobody saw the splash body. And when I climbed back... Continue Reading →
