Untitled #27 good moon tonight. the lake is alive, and the pale light bends beneath the waves. you swim like the sea-girls—mysterious....

What we recall are not memories but old emotions disturbed or resolved—some sense of well-being suddenly shadowed by a cloud—yellow...

I lay awake in bed, listening to the wind with the night like something dropped from some great height through the house. I sneak down...

Behind Birds are Poems How birds choose to break the silence dropping from leaves of trees themselves so alone like unfinished sentences...

I’ve got a boombox I bought in 1985. I only play two tapes, Beastie Boys and Nine to Five. I found it in the attic when I finally got...

Godspeed I draw a tattoo of a vast octopus from Minoa on my flank, the sheltering arms, the eyes on eyes on eyes. Heat the waters until...

All My Friends ​ measuring myself against photographs of people who look brushed against the grain of their own travails like they know...

you say my name The only time you say my name is when you are furious the hard s is hot oil and smoke you push me in the shopping cart at...

The worm on the patio is bent like a yanked roofing nail. Glommed with little ants, it has no nerve center by which to feel the pain. But...

Tony Romeo’s Rose Period at the Fair In Ayn Rand’s hierarchy, geniuses prevail. There’s never a second ranking, back-up men talented...

To Sampson from the Back Porch ​ Dear Mr. Hat, How do we talk now across this path from renovated to American ​ burnweed bed to worn to...

peeling like clothing, revealing the shoulders and that line between armpit and arm and the side of the torso, the ribrippled skin and...

Essay Skeletons Still they haunt us, the fluffy uninked ghosts Of ideas that fall by the wayside When we whittle down their fluttering...

A pandemic spreads across the globe. At first, I stay in the city. A child is born. I have better technology in the city. It was a...

Cellar Holes Anemones sprinkle the cold ground A scattering of pale blue stars. They multiply every year. Daffodils wave their trumpets...

Ode to Love Handles when your teeth resemble mangled accordion keys, tendril curls jangled & jumbled around the top of your skull, the...

Providence ​ Perhaps those footsteps outside the door are clouds come to pawn sunny days for Midwest thunderstorms— On the electronics...

When Day Breaks and Recovers He lip-read each individual snowflake’s message. He had to trust he was in tune, his memory-fingers finding...

The flies congregate in The corner of the sunroom Around the amber strip of Collective death. As they circle the deathly Stripe that is...

* You squint as if its cries could fit and in the same pot this egg lowered to the bottom –each wave learns from the others just how much...