Three Poems from Empire
How might it feel to be forced to drink molten gold? / The hardening from the inside would kill you almost instantly / When the gold was poured /… More
The Ida Pingala
I told you, in the decades to come, we’d hold our hands open to feel the moist sweat of the turn-coat landscape as it spoils the way we hear… More
Nocturne Trio
I'm an oilcloth stuffed / in the back pocket of jeans / you don't wear / Brass buttons on a work-shirt. Over / exaggeration, under simplification. More
Octaves Later
Beyond / the nerve tonic / I came up rather quickly / now it’s a way of saying something / as if another century had passed More
Wide Enough
wasn’t crossing the / fence line a bird / that wasn’t perched / in the magnolia More
I Can’t Be Responsible For All That’s Behind Me
That is the mind I am talking about. / That wind that fire that way of saying / something so unlike anything as familiar / as a hand, a… More
Fairytale: How Spring Comes to the Land of Snow & Icicles / (Dream Map)
The body burns & smells like fake,/ like ammonia & blood & guts. / Barbie leg arrows, / black & white bust sizes, / swords as houses, & you… More
I Drink Bronze Light
Great American summer lakes/ right now I am flying above you / through a rare cloudless transparent sky / back to the city where it is always / cold… More
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