remember the fall:           Nineteen eighty-two before the morning routine slumped over slipped           into frozen noise the horror show gray bags           and grimace bad posture           breaking ribs in slow motion           the small slip of words:           the trouble set back down           still/just sleeping anecdote behind           glass eyes           manufactured laughter too late slender smile while     looking     on

Years are given to the poem’s cut, you say language, you say hardest of earths, each word a narrowing, less light, lightless, a blind pursuit. Objects and flesh make one feel better. Pain, bother—mind is testimony, but it feels like a plow in stony ground, rutting in a self, shattering your last words, breaking apart […]

Mouth that creates itself, only to be given to another, momently. A stubborn suffering, means to a voice meant to praise. Light, encountered from its own high vantage, a vantage that believes now in me as I fail, necessarily, to overcome the spoken rosary intention makes of words.                                                         In Buber’s version: There is nothing that […]

Auguries not arguments commend themselves as healing needs forswearing the unswerving dicta of the mapped marked and marketed territory where fixities are at premium where coordinates are not antidotes but the hastily assembled flowcharts of blood circulating for refineries under the fretwork of broken bones and empty souls fueled to prime grade purpose against the […]

Traffic in Magnificat lest the war fog cloud sense and layer it like contrails conducted by droning birds of antique metal and new design Efficiency ‘s spark riddles deep holes into angels rends belief into plastique vision seeks horizon horizon into orison orison one letter away from prison there is choice no matter how thin […]