Near sonnet for my hometown

A boy in a fireman’s coat, first chair French horn, Kurt Cobain handwriting, his back to the teacher, fingernails painted black. Dark hair a crown of curls, his eyes a pair of light-colored M&Ms. On the stair between class, we … Continued

Swarm ||| from Hot Metal Bridge

I. Two bees fence before us, foils reversed. Mouths stained powdered orange, t-shirts ripped from fighting; scabby armed, we gulp Tang from scratched-blue plastic glasses, spy the neighbor through the wire gridded safety of the screen door as he carries … Continued

Four Trees ||| From APIARY

  Optimism That tree isn’t dead. It’s just tired.   Optimism I am watering my shoe tree.   Optimism I inhaled one of those fuzzy seed things floating everywhere. When the choking ends I will become a tree.   Allergic … Continued

Lake House ||| from 32 Poems

I can see the rift in the lake as David’s father yells again for his mother to gun the engine She guns it but he’s still too old to get up on the water     He won’t stop saying to David … Continued

The child is tired

Beneath his eyes the skin is blue because he is tired of scissors and the paper he carries home, tired of the sound of the classroom animals he hears, waiting for sleep, tired of the morning bowl of cereal and … Continued

An Autopsy of an Era || from The Awl

That’s how it was then, a knife through cartilage, a body broken. Animal and animal as mineral ash. A window smashed. The collective howl as a general alarm followed by quiet.  Boot-black night, halogen hum. Tape snaking through a stealth … Continued

the birds that night

the birds that night were saying no more than they had to, they were saying no more, they were saying no more than they had, so the conductor of the night stopped it, saying, “first bird, mark the slurs and … Continued

MERMAID and REPORT ||| from Souvenir

  Mermaid You show reluctance behind the fire hydrant spray. Haze hangs higher than sun over water.  You were there, impeccable. Hygiene washes up on shore. To make a myth out of what happened. A table tipped over separates the … Continued

Crisco

                                                                      1. A brand in a can … Continued

Exile

Translated from Spanish by Yvette Siegert     For Raúl Gustavo Aguirre   This mania of knowing myself an angel, without age, without a death in which to live me, without piety for my name or for my bones that … Continued

Once

white field. And the dog dashing past me into the blank,   toward the nothing. Or: not running anymore but   this idea of him, still in his gold fur, being   what I loved him for first, so that … Continued

Love

  We wanted to believe in something powerful and true, like love. We wanted to believe in something powerful and true. We wanted to believe in love.   And so we raised our heads above. And so we were a … Continued

Throw Fallacy

  you try again; ball up your fist, the hand with a tiny dove carved from marble cupped in your carved-marble palm; its curve of as-yet-unused girl-hand frozen in the want   to be offering whatever it has; you’re too … Continued

They’ve Skinned the Dead ||| from Leveler

While touring Gunther von Hagens’ Body Worlds Exhibit in Denver, CO Walking the exhibit where they’ve skinned the dead and positioned them like ice skaters, lovers, archers, I should be contemplating mortality and matter, the slowly failing connections of bone, ligament, … Continued

Report from Beyond

After Herbert   In paradise the work week is fixed at thirty hours and manual labor is only pleasantly more tiring than typing so that a morning chopping wood is barely enough to make the ham sandwich and the cold … Continued