An orange glow outlined sunset And now this moonlight solace The Susquehanna River crested today at 41 feet We knew from the radio Broken trees and flooded streets An outline of mud and leaves An outline of worry that woke me slowly A thread of song in my head A film of water across my […]

Moon     and gloomy-star,     silver wheel,     blue lure masker, toy : magic disk and doubt disk. Wide-dark.     Cloudy wind-dark.     Twin-lit moistener. Metal cloud-storm.     Loss beacon.     Night courser. Orange summoner.       Strange radiator.       Scalpal-harasser. Mushroom       food-jewel and madness-jewel.              Moon’s stone and sun’s bane.         Heaven’s fiery backside.         Earth’s threads, Earth’s filters. Resounder of the word’s way       Moon’s urine       mainstay pillar fulcrum Monarch of everything that sees the sun’s light dazzling daytime mesh reseen as […]

Still looking for the piece of that word that fell off the last time I used it — thinking it might explain what happened next or say what didn’t

It’s interesting to note someone else might’ve written this had I fallen asleep beside the woman who tomorrow will wake by someone other than who I would be if this had not been written

Some curvature in every seemingly straight line                                                                      – Devin Johnston morning   light-rays shine through an ash tilts as dandelion leaves towards sun arcs a spider’s thread from eave twelve feet to tip of wildflower green      shaking stem the ash curved in the shape of a thread

the motet, its / note against note · still precincts / interstices of the said — · variants inassent / an at distance · the elongated gesture / fitted intervals · lapse tresses / pattern & gesture · at margin forms / drift of, occurrent — · of a part formed / grown articulated to […]

In these abstruse lands, under those sourish minerals               among the most secret (deaf) of ancient worlds By the marshes or under the sleeping magmas, the thin laminate of deposits               at the hearts of the ancient geometries I have seen the playfully brilliant jets, the rare gold that pierces coarse bedrock.               Self-secret life, Tibet, yourself as […]

(for “someone traveling,” “sound of eating,” and, especially, “high in the sky” — of the Ojibwa, circa 1870) read the river for “high in the sky” not so long ago. hands left the chain to dissolve each winter. in the turning cash a boat wanders through silently, for one burning down a knot in the […]

In the film of the procession, the silhouettes carry mattocks and spades. They push wheelbarrows and broken bicycles. Some have lost limbs and swing by on crutches. There are carts loaded with furniture and a cart bearing a gallows. There are miners and men in trench coats, old women in long skirts, mothers with babes […]