You say we’re older. The future’s no joke. Some days are sufficient in their dull, real hurt, while others are enough to make us wonder at every semblance glancing out from between the countless trees in this adumbrated forest. How many acts of elision does it take to figure a light? The way you hold […]

Beauty’s too easy when routine bites hard; the ocean’s a fucking bore. Where’s that Winterlike light when it’s wanted, light promising only snow. – No reason but in echoes, bottles on the floor. Those are sirens behind me. And it’s like you said — would’ve turned up dead in a car.

Brewing wheat sticks in the down posted to a lone, tufty stalk 
Assume the witness position 
Master of Revels
 Tune to what’s keeping you when you lose possession of your horse’s name

a branch from     the Winesap tree                             long dead                                     sprouts wet, new apples                  nobody knows how                                       — after Liberty Hyde Bailey

A flower of wildness     walks the floor we can never run out of: black granite squares     flash frozen at sea, the foot’s black windows lit with rain,           the night’s cup put on your mind               etoiles a-coil.

Sun, the world is thy     Curtain Come on out     To meet me             Tonight

Spoiled light Broke milk Grew in place A Hebrew Chattanooga A word’s want What I want But More remains nothing I was Washed of memory On the bed of wandflower Galax Taking the trouble On the black plain Of oblivion Days and Days without decomposition Before me the cup of Lethe For you, Far-worker My […]

To be taught the piano is to fall in love and the cause of love on the street does not remedy            the house, nor what it            stood for.

I am writing from the Bubbly Creek   I have a crush on you, my   Lord, Who pushes up wild carrots from this bed. I pop them to hear the unplugged earth, the music of gasses that mutters in your glass nipple.