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…
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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…
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…
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…
Terns
We never saw the pump that drained the lagoon. We only saw fish, drowning as fish. And when the tide broke over the sand bar, the fish rose like rafts,…
From the Opposite Side of Mourning
I do believe that the body craves what it needs — whether it be a few dry nuts or fruit or the starched lips of old loves however ill-conceived. Image:…
After the Storm
I could not help but stare at the moon’s last quarter, tangled in mesh, seined, pursued then quickened as Saturn and Jupiter remained still and some ways off. The driveway…
spider in the bathtub
She hung there, below the silkwith a bundle. Later, a hunk below the faucetremained, drained and quite empty. My coat hangs on a hook,husked and silver-fishedon the thrash end of…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 