Editor's Note: These poems appear in Breaking the Blank, available from Day Eight: https://bit.ly/3VbR9vL.
Seduction
Seduction…
Drag my finger downtheir spine thenbreathe them in.
The more pages the...
Aleinu
Dear Allen Ginsberg, no angelheaded hipster am I,nor have I ever seen those staggering Mohammedan angels–not in my deepest swirling dreams.Some life force always...
Monk of the Written WordFor Will Mayo (1960-2022)
Will said he hated the Holy Rollersof his small-town, backwoods youth.After death, he wrote, many late nights,was...
HICKORY TUSSOCK MOTH CATERPILLAR
lophocampa caryae
We are replete with caterpillars this year,
mostly of the woolly bear variety,
but today I saw one covered
in thick white hairs...
Patty
As all eyes close against younothing that really matters could yield to the wisdomwith which you suffer like an amorphous shadereaching over the desperate...
new chairs
i didn't expect whitebut i knew black was outmaybe natural wood
anything to replacethe worn out and breakingcane-bottomed kitchen chairs
chairs that had lastedfar beyond...
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...
