thoughts, posting a poem a day better to lens the daytime at night bright light fright plight is the world whirling whorls here come the curl wavesthe reeds all rifled with eggshidden in one basket divide the sea tide rides the water from where the ani…
Pan said to waitbefore She camestart writing nearthat big tree hung with bark blossom careenfanning hangs of genitaliaeach branch a little treea diorama that sees infinity in small scale growth factorssky reaching blue&nbs…
From Buddha In The Modern World (Ongoing Photo Essay) summer squash and ginger on the cushion noticing the breath waiting for the same bubble to rise to the surface of the still water it breaks open scenting the air with summer squash and ginger sends ripples across the pond it comes as sure as moonrise […]
as I would look out at the nightride her Moonarmrest callto Junean overstuffedvelvet covered chairdare me past each bare threshold open my heart a window againlet spill curtain symphonieswear alleyways on skinned pleasinggetting through things li…
fatherhood the phone just isn’t enough too many frequencies are lost between the vocal chords and the inner ear cast by satellites and towers into the atmosphere or outer space bloodless plastic against the ear is no substitute for a small warm palm wrapped up in my fingers or a kamikaze jump with a feral […]
chained to mountain viewsor the poems that spill sidewaysand the poems that fill ridden daysthese are the words that a soul’s geometryconnects the dots withhandfuls of carvebleeding a sieveof blossomed tomorrowswith the swill thirst of morethe crawl bu…
Ticket Please She brought too much drama, even for the man for whom all the world’s a stage. He was happier now as the usher, standing by the exit. Lights
Divorcing My Father, at 8 on the George Washington Bridge at rush hour you handed me a manila folder then returned to putting your lipstick on my last name was
WASABI!!! An ode to a finely ground root my chopstick slices down through the perfectly squeezed flower of electric lime green goo severing just enough of that finely ground root
for Lorine Niedecker I imagine you at a card table on a screened-in porch vinyl tablecloth with a bright flower pattern glowing in the afternoon light of a Wisconsin spring you’re holding a sheaf of carefully typed poems harvested from years of unvoiced imaginings your hands shake slightly second ring catching the light in front […]
Losing Kurt at 13 On February 20th I wrote him a love letter for his birth day come find me in the north east ride your mothers ship from Seattle
Naruto Ramen, Brooklyn where the cooks speak a mixture of Japanese and Spanish “Irashaimase!” they call as people come in off 5th Ave hang their coats and backpacks on the wall hooks those who know sit at the bar because the bar is a sacred place where devotion is paid to the sprout, the noodle, […]
