Kite to Kierkegaard
But there is no wisdom / That needs to be shouted / Whispering it blisters / A capriccio in braille. More
The Destitute
The / ceiling hovers like a heavy mist, / dark and putrid, thick and barbed, / chocking any head held high. More
Chessman’s Lunch
I poke at my salad, / sip water from a plastic cup / my corner fiefdom overrun now by strangers / a compromised rook / removed from the board More
Tell Me the Story Again About the Frogs, and the Seeds
Yes, yes all the plants are dead. / And all the animals bigger than scarab beetles; / but the seeds have been waiting in the ground. / When the… More
Ivory Black
The interior eye / Opposite watching’s touch / In what is black white / Is by accident / The eye detaches / As it slips from itself / What… More
Selected Poems from The Undertaker’s Daughter
Terrified at a reading to read / poems about my fears & shames, // a voice in me said: Just / open your mouth. Now // I read about… More
Selected Poems of Hester Knibbe
There you sit / in the same skirt in which, waters ago, / you boarded the ship, but the dance / has drained from your feet. More
On Translating Hester Knibbe
There were openly false statements, lies that gave way to truths. There was often a little something indigestible in the poems, something to puzzle over, and this was what… More
A Few Ideas from My Black Box
A Few Ideas from My Black BoxOrange crush. No, blue field.Wait, green ember. Maybe red beam.In-any-case yellow. Possibly,Netherworld gray. Quivering purple?Skylark white. Taking out the trashbeneath a shuddering sadness… More
Last of the Late Great Gorilla-Suit Actors
All the blondes / are thrown over his shoulders, the blondes he never even / liked, the bunches of blondes he mistook for bananas. More
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