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...

Tondo: Closing the CircleAfter Sam Gilliam’s Something is Going On!—2021 In a muddle of abstractiona face emerges—owl, cat, human—no certainty.Should I turn the canvas,straighten its...

The Reflection Terrace at Brookside Gardens I am still water I take on the color of thehedge-pine greens thegeese-moss browns thetortoise-rock grays theazalea-breeze pinks thebride-haze whites...

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

POULTICEWhen you have looked elsewherefor answers—the spider’s web,the empty hive, the rotted log,beneath the unturned stone—ask yourself what you haveneglected. Do not lamentthat what...