Category: poems

  • Scenic Overlook

    Bored, the world burns its coal. We behold a sort of Winter.

  • Spiritual Errands

    Everyday the rosacea sits at the tip of a nosebleed Some call this condition an idealism while too many others diagnose trauma No trivial doctrines stare at a face upended by the holier brow of arched nerves We live by the exhalation of air and now count our slaves as statistics Justice is seldom uttered […]

  • Parts from the Notebook for the Occasion

    The first thing is the instruments the measurements the mapping. For supplies try a market. For inspiration let the faucet run. Any water will do. Trains in emergencies. The mouth unnecessary. Forrest has been to the beach. If all you need to do is go home to watch a French film then go, for god’s […]

  • Serial

    Pain akin to a waveless lake — palpable and blue — this headache’s the episode in which I return to myself unused.

  • light

    1. over and over through the throttled light my deeply scored hands             hold you to my flame             my fingers at your throat I moor you to the brazen night your candle twisting around my eyes   2. define me for the dirt around my throat you who carry bread from your table to […]

  • Still Another

    (wherein metaphysics upbraids theory in the service of ethics) Breaching Self to accommodate another, theory intruded: Brother became Other while Sister was still Soul — but still another. Residing in the inner sanctum — the Self’s shelf — an embryonic idea was coerced by its too-easy resemblance to Mother — but still another. The hindrance […]

  • I would quiet old men

    Learning, surely, doing nothing but aging, as though locked somewhere in song.

  • To the Brown Thrasher

    Weft over warp, twill seams a route to and onward. Listen! He stops and starts in thicket, fairly high, in and out, to a couplet of elderberries across her chest, maybe; my sense isn’t what it was. But even his song smears over stops and starts as a reminder: territory wasn’t marked, land- locked, but […]

  • The Phosphorescence of Thought

    Three splendidly lemoning magnolia warblers uplifting through a maple tree.