Saturday, September 13, 2014
Friday, August 1, 2014
Sugar Mule
Here's some new work of mine up at Sugar Mule, along with Eileen Tabios, Vernon Frazer, Heller Levinson, and many more talented writers.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Friday, July 11, 2014
Salmon Head
Whiff & purges this salt
becoming a late pink
or void having depth
of a soft blue ──
from where
to peel from this waxen bed
all scales have turned upward
& away
to peel from this waxen bed
all scales have turned upward
& away
this is God's death
& breathing
is not likely.
& breathing
is not likely.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
[[...of an exiting Neruda ]].
a niche in the pavement,
black hat head-spun southward
onlooker
in glassy trill, the din of clock &
springtime sprig snap
or that of an existing wound--
intimate passerby:
a shadow musician
accustomed to striking bow
along alley corridors
with hands & heart you
greet him
expecting a great
performance;
a spectacle
you’ve only once
encountered
from a bird, dusky nightingale,
who sung mournfully
through the salty spray
of the sea.
a niche in the pavement,
black hat head-spun southward
onlooker
in glassy trill, the din of clock &
springtime sprig snap
or that of an existing wound--
intimate passerby:
a shadow musician
accustomed to striking bow
along alley corridors
with hands & heart you
greet him
expecting a great
performance;
a spectacle
you’ve only once
encountered
from a bird, dusky nightingale,
who sung mournfully
through the salty spray
of the sea.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
The Man Who Breaks Dimensions...
in his mouth,
gives the
sun its violent luster ──He who
marks the blistered streets of December
in his eyes & births the new snow's
wonderment ──He stirs up windows, dusty floors,
calls to bones a grip of
voiceless somewhere ──He evaporates
on weathered skin, calls to it a sheath
of longing
***
marks the blistered streets of December
in his eyes & births the new snow's
wonderment ──He stirs up windows, dusty floors,
calls to bones a grip of
voiceless somewhere ──He evaporates
on weathered skin, calls to it a sheath
of longing
***
& now it is Summer again
& now the navel yearns for spit
& now the navel yearns for spit
He
reflects the New World with corruptless eyes
& moves onto a canvas made of moonlit starvation
& moves onto a canvas made of moonlit starvation
believing this
desolate island
is a smaller town
much smaller
than pores
or his
lover's hands
full of gravity, little grains
wrapped in womb
of finality
full of gravity, little grains
wrapped in womb
of finality
A Doozy of a Dusie
3 works are featured in the latest issue of Dusie.
Some amazing poets are in this issue.
Eileen Tabios
Elizabeth Treadwell
Carleen Tibbetts
Arielle Guy
and many others...
guest edited by the wonderful Carrie Hunter.
Check it out!
DUSIE 15/16
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Catawba
from Breaking the Bird's Beak Hymen
Every night
a pooling of blood
or exsanguinated
the spilt seed
by morning
how clean the sparrow
divine its feathers
a child
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