Category: poems

  • from Case Fbdy.

    Infant aged eighteen months   That the baby survived two previous rough prolonged is remarkable. Quick descent of girlhood, something bright before you know it. Mischance. Possible fingersweep. First inarticulate wails, thin hints. Sickly for which blame the high rate of women. Common lot. Have another. Usually such work is fatal. Make your own, a […]

  • Pete, Sorry

    A Cultural Society digital chapbook. Click here to view Pete, Sorry.

  • The Phosphorescence of Thought

    Hermit thrush’s spooking ghostflow through the underbrush.

  • May

    Squeezing black fruit into bread. — Adult man metal detects on the children’s playground, charmed anklets dropped in sand. — Between branches, cater- pillars in Hallo- ween nest, millipede’s shadow beneath the pillow. — I want to watch movies in the dark with you, and also through the window. — Blacks and darks are just […]

  • The Phosphorescence of Thought

    Little puff of pressure signaling the Wilson’s warbler’s passage through the birch tree’s newly greening leaves.  

  • Mug Shot

    Expect nothing else undone museum of us you gave me a weed and I kept watering it everything left as we found it three bees drone parenthetical to leaves’ red green red patter the best disguise is this vexed transparency

  • Ghost Animals

    skin after skin, a revolver lets go the body and makes answers, the sky collapses. Riviera, for the wind shrunk like knots, at the intersections of more endings, like an exhausted combination for a settled over the float commanding together with, a peace and more shorelines emptied, gone, recoiled… a motion selves an attack of […]

  • Smile Crisis   for Chuck Stebelton

    two heads for the shrinking door a willow wind is crushed, flowing accidents the panic in its hand erases, gone for it and walking backward, a sun cut forests stitch for this, for the two in the fallen down coats. on this a hearing eggs, on the net feet for wood, walking through the stalls […]

  • The Weight of a Body on Fire

    I. Someone swept eyelashes into piles, pilfered wish- bones from the dustbin. Careful as rain that wept through the sash, bone-damp. Drear of metal, sky like a gun-belt, polish-worn, has the gift: lightening. God’s arrow knows where to strike.   II. Before ground breaks; basalt, limestone. The shift of plates is aqueous, earth’s tone tidal, […]