The Country of Planks

No one is the homeland, was the / apparent scream of the blind planks / in the dead homeland of the sea // This is how the chilean prisons… More

Another Door

It’s simple enough to completely plow me over. / Some static in the radio’s belly, a sandwich / aglow in an empty room, love letters without / margins, and… More

Appeals from the Senseless

I’ll flood the courts with my appeals. / I’ll complain about my prison meals. // Here’s another thing I refuse to see. / The courts are slow because of… More

People I Know

They are girls in buffalo stances, / that dance for men they hate, / who even sometimes hate themselves, / but still paint the pain on in the morning… More

Midnight at the Manatee

Thirty-nine inches from tip to tip, / it must have weighed, I bet, almost forty pounds. / You teased me as we passed another angler, offering / to… More