from On Paradise
Everything in and of war in war. / Every flight and branch and wing, / A body of war: a woman brushing a boy’s hair— / War—the wild turkey… More
Life on Mars (Another New Year’s Day)
Words for the wind were filled with trees // I was filled with a feeling I couldn’t name /I knew I would never be seeing her again: the girl… More
Trance Notebook #15
what is a prime, / anyway? // and why did I already / feel past my prime when / I was seven years old? More
In the Blazing Cities of Your Rotten Carcass Mouth
The chained man was moaning about how he had gone from office to office to see what the Lord had to offer. / And all I have now, he… More
Elegy with Crop-Duster
a great big nothingness happening / from field to canal / from canal to the fields beyond // power lines criss-crossing the formlessness of grief . . . The… 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