1. Drainage rivulet’s brown and blue chop translucent — the vows of coots floating as tears Friday Creek rid of its place – ment 2. The sun drying reeds packed in the ear this light rinsed thin: It has been this day already all over the world under waxwings musing How do they do that […]

Pain, join in my song Flossing loopholes Neath the spiny tree For time has difficulty Rolling uphill: Nothing consecutive On cloud-imitated mountain Cluster and Clearing White flashes On the backs of birds The sound of cinnamon What you get On pharmakos farm No cooling herb In bloodless flowers At the bottom of summer Paper hearts

In the knell
 we looked for words.
 The knock of a fork —
 nothing. 

 Time tossed intimacy around the kitchen

 and readied on the range a rabbit’s red meat. 



How could music presume
 to mimic the sea?

 The cuff itself wrapped and pounding. 



If we tried to climb — 
if we searched for a […]

Farmers move      market-hooved—      grab grain from the trough. Invention flattens a faded name      how wire pins a hand-hold,      a push on the wind. The whipped pearl a mother peddles in grass      taunting straw grown taut,   our cattle commodity our prattling in milk rain. We make stay. Animals themselves are thinly made, caged in      a cagey reign— […]

Flashed in and feeding                                 thundersnow appends the street. Dependent on diction— the poem as procedure, as being punched in the stomach one too many times. One is too many times in terms of stomach punches.                                                                    In terms of thundersnow, the street is now covered. I watch small children refuse to walk in it. They cross […]

We dug you out and hung you. A flag persuades the banderole, gives us reason to sing. We should have minced you, zipped your fable. You blacked out bingos, snipped stings, bought us a glass unicorn. We took a picture. We handled emeralds of your strangeness, left two unwashed in our teeth. Some things are […]

Mosquitoes entwine, synchronized, above a sidewalk blistered white with bird shit. • Low clouds shear the hills in half. • Not quite a false spring, but a glare gnaws the fringes of things — • the boundaries, how they bleed light bleeding various invasives.