art opening   instead of a gun you use a camera   amputees are your subject    /these poor people/ you say   the walls of the gallery are dark prints pinned neatly under spotlight   //life...

LACUNA Another sun unfurlsover chewing gumcanyons, long gnawedby your foothold. A corpus colossus,hippocamping: you couchin fault lines, hammockedwhite matter. Stroke mewith each toss-turn —a neuron-starved bender. Hypoxia will...

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...

FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...

Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...

Loop   Goddamn those whippoorwills, we wanted to shoot them, our history teacher said.  - He’d lived in the woodsiest neck of our district  since childhood. Of course we’d heard them  - too: In...

TIME IS PLASTIC Time is plastic, but not like Lego—more like taffy. Toss whole seconds aside, or ..stretch.one. . . . out. Francesca and I...

Odds Miracles happen: I believe this,breast bared and danglingdown through a table designedfor radiation treatment.The techs push and pull me into position,marks on my body...

Greeting Differently – The DayI will never know the same sunor moonor river flowingFor I will beshiftedtransformed With every new thoughtidea I will be newwhen I...

City Planning for the Glowing BunnyI’m trying to understandhow three linesand then one morecan make a squarethat might become a cube,or the side of...