Truth Is
When I was a child I was a wind-up toy searching for the great secret: how to see past the …
Category Archives: poems
Deep Space
It is dark as radar here, with nothing more than a sense of where we are, and this rattling breath …
We Are
After George Oppen A constant weight on the Earth, restless angels with absolute desires. Our savage hearts beat with fantasies …
Clouds and Light
Knowledge is of sorrow, boredom, ecstasy, the weather, -watching the storm clouds approach like ideas that never quite arrive or …
A Thought About Mind
A thought, planted like a symptom, rises to the top, another thought suffocates under the weight. This is an uncertain …
“History is a Needle for Putting Men Asleep”
After Leonard Cohen The mind keeps thinking and thinking itself into and out of existence, uncertain, invisible. In the wreckage …
How Fiction Works
After Terrance Hayes Born lost and translucent with heartache, at war with what it means to be alive, frostbitten with …
This Year of the Saw
After Camille T. Dungy Is this the year for understanding? The smell of catastrophe, in all dimensions, descends like age. …
High Wire
Tensed and static as statues, angel-gray with use, we make our way across the wire with cauterized senses. Nights and …
May Flowers
After Susan Stewart I sometimes think of another place, another world, another life, somewhere with wild things hurtling through thickets, …
Poetry on the run 