Marigolds
The season is ripe and the seeds take rootin the caverns of my eyes.Spindling roots with secret urgency,tying knots from hidden capillaries.Soon,in a gesture...
SURFACES
Winter’s hand. Damp streets. Morning’s glareon clouded windows. March the third.
Light whittles branches to brushstrokes.We are not fooled by the appearance of things.
Fear in...
Between(triple haiku)
I must grow leanerWith thought and age: from wine toWater, beef to broth.
Between here and there,Should a man of decline choosePrayer over repair?
When...
Section/Grave/Block, Flushing NY
“Charon, the ferryman of the dead, his hand on the boat-pole, calls me now: ‘Why are you tarrying? Make haste, you hinder...
drought anatomy #4
dried out creek beddry stacked stonethe limbs of a woodstove, relatively ancientscattered leaves dropped off their rusty hingesthe vestigial chaos of the...
atlas goes under
hanna’s outer band bears down on the man.waves impound concrete piles on north padre island. a mist-maker, circling in his pen,
hurls the...
Drive to Thinness
Did the sound of the clicking hooves cause you to starve yourself?
Like a poor scavenger,you fed on scraps of sin and servitude,injecting...
Immaculate Ruins
It begins with a stranger’s cautious agreementto get lost for a while in the ruins of you, playing
sentinel from the love seat’s worn...
