1. Beware the eyes of Mars. 2. Eyes did not have sensual reactions with that woman. 3. The gory that was grease was the gander that had roamed. 4. When in roam, do as the geese do. 5. People in gas houses should not stow bones. 6. Now in the winner of our disconnect. 7. […]

Mihail Sebastian (1907-1945) was a Rumanian Jew and novelist who witnessed his Bucharest literary circle, including Mircea Eliade and E.M. Cioran, dissolve into a fanatical collective of Iron Guard supporters, the brutal Fascist organization spearheaded by Nae Ionescu. His Journal was published in 1998. When I glower about the “transnational” I could mean Transnistria. When […]

               ## Came with broken hearts came from all points of the compass rose or compass star 5×5 6×6 7×7 Came to a bridge.                # Crossed the bridge into the city Held each other upon the bridge Kissed with the city all before them Took their picture.                # Coming from wherever this foreign couple Tourists or […]

Some Something lurks, is hid’n your everyday Life forbidden. Nestled, buried, burned From books unlearned cast off and then spurned. But shatter’d waves will crash and crest then save, Some ice will crack in heat the heat of raves Or bodies babble barely audible turned To Three a.m. haunts the ecstacy was earned Not effortlessly […]

here —            the margins — it’s all said            illegibly • • • night —            how silence in the hallway            lasts • • • cliff ledge — your face                               dissipates            into a cypress • • • crow lifts through fog hills fold into • • •  light smear humming- bird peripheral burst • • • loops of bull kelp smothered in sea […]

Then the sun dawdled, a uvula in a yawning mouth. Like Sisyphus with his boulder the sun shoulders the piano’s granite shadow across the parquet meadow. The flight of flies trail slugs’ crystal on the hollow mirrors. The glitter of spines is finger-painting pigment. A Swallowtail opens and closes: a book on the third dimension. […]

Solomon’s song was longer than a one night stand Call it “devotional” Love is… the slow attainment of disclosure It fortifies the soul It cleanses without displacing more than it tenders You have put off your coat for less And are bereft For it is yet winter O, thou wert as my brother wrestling with […]

This year’s            first few rhododendrons            hover above purple and orange           flowers I can’t find            in the field guide.

With just paper and pen and begin a conversation It is and how crucial it is that we do something special Especially I could go there during the winter Alongside of descriptions I have spent the details to convince my skepticism Altering our behavior at human presence Your hundreds of excuses Walk over to the […]