How to make the fire speak? For which thing God enhanced him. Mosaics taken as beings themselves speak in signs of life. Fierce nomography, fiercer creamy mooneye, pour silver down to the dreamt roofline, to the shadow-hymn enhancer, echoey with umbral drones. It’s an image by tongue we get in Byzantium. It’s the inferencer’s earpiece, […]

I think of Kafka’s man who could not find the food he liked, who could not compromise, who starved refusing the stuff of compromise — the dross. Turning from this, licking the salt of hunger, savoring it. Republished from A Wound on Stone, Perugia Press, 2001, with permission of the author.

Main Gateways Where the path crosses the boundary into an important precinct — "made more sharp, more vivid, more alive" places of industry or craft places of law and judgment of civic life dwelling places of distinct groups, subcultures that yet reach out to the general populace             "It will be there,                             it will be […]

I miss the scrape of spiked boots on the groundsel at evening, the iron creak and slam of the door. The stroke and pet of his hard hand gave the days their meaning. Jack, can you understand? In dreams I return beyond the beanstalk, fly to my old home in the clouds. Here it is […]

     pulp mill steam plume falls up against             dusk, the stretched red clouds • • •      late day, mosquitoes drawn into             our conversation • • •      television light lies on the             American lawn • • •      kitchen window fogged where the moon            rises red & round • • •      sun’s still rewinding into sky             the white morning haze

I am saying I was shy about saving grace with my hands. Junket and junket is expanding — found out, even. Smell of hot radio. Something about kingdoms. I always felt old, violent or whatever. We drink to each other without listening. The evergreen does screen it. * You wet tree for them. I know […]

Whose radical amazements guide our ascensions & our downfalls? Whose sickness with experience do we protect with mythic epoxies? On the king’s head the wing-hat balanced, its span arms-wide. Awake until dawn but no part of the dream remembered, not even the evil embodied in it. What tables do we consecrate for the daily sacrifices? […]

The soul’s delved spectacle. That network. Its secret society. Roots beeted with blood it radiates around, in a platinum of darkness. A redness suspected but esoteric to you. Coral-hard tendrils, fragile-looking but living, so flexible — a slow-motion yoga of inversion. Porphyry taproots the system alludes to quaff minerals out of the earth the soul […]

“the humbler one feels” Contained friction, they make a box every season, spreading over the property’s true lines to deep country perimeters. The majority of hive thefts are also never traced or solved although one man will slip anything under his unfolded forearms, for the chance to be less fearful. “what is to hinder my […]