Manifesto: 1942

Because we hate you, you and your reasonableness, we stick to our / precocious dementia, our flaming folly, our stubborn cannibalism.... More

In the Presence of Absence

Love, like meaning, is out on the open road, but like poetry, it is difficult. It requires talent, endurance, and skillful formulation, because of its many stations. It is… More

The Big Smoke: Five Poems

That horse back-kicked so hard / my leg bone broke, split skin // like a lazy plum. I layed back / in that stall bleeding & hollering // in… More

A Tuareg Leaves Timbuktu

The first thing you must do / when word of the rebel army’s advance / reaches your mud-brick home / is surrender your hope / to see the Great… More

in field latin

one evening / they came the dead of my house / back from the train-station. it was december & // their next train did not leave till march More

from “Muse & Drudge,” “Trimmings”

Swan neck, white shoulders, lumps of fat. A woman's face/above it all. Unriddled sphinx 'without secrets.' Alabaster/bust, paled into significance. Clothes opening, revealing/dress, as French comes into English. Suggestively,… More