Change of Elevation
When we first moved here, birds—red-headed house finches, I believe,a family—twittering high up
in the blue spruce that hangsfrom the neighbor’s yard. You can’t seethem. The mother’s made sure of...
End of Summer
As she steps off the bus, I notice dried tracks
on her cheeks.
The sun was out today, waving
through a cool autumn breeze
with nowhere...
At the State Maximum Security PrisonThere are no elevators. They can’t be secured.To get to classrooms on the third floor,everyone takes the stairs.Before...
Tent
Sometimes in the morning,
before opening my eyes,
I dream of our tent,
that tiny green dome.
From behind its walls
thin as skin, I hear birds,
leaves, a brush...
Earthly Interference in Cosmic Communications
Waves pass through me,Slicing me nicelyWhile leaving me whole.
Currents beseechMy embarkment:Admiral of the crests. Yet
Paper with dead presidentsOccupy so much...
Clouds weep on theWindows adding their sorrow to my unchecked sadness. Sun tries to drysky’s tears, shine throughbut fog shrouds sky,effectively blockingany warmth from...
Bold City Rats
this is the dreamscapeour delusive contentment
the afterglow and the roachthe street sweepersthe skin scratchersand the dope
we are the rats in the trash...
