Dry Splash
All these years we’ve been worried about
the sea levels rising,
when what we should have paid attention to
was the fresh water levels falling.
Long-forgotten riverbeds...
Aleinu
Dear Allen Ginsberg, no angelheaded hipster am I,nor have I ever seen those staggering Mohammedan angels–not in my deepest swirling dreams.Some life force always...
Patty
As all eyes close against younothing that really matters could yield to the wisdomwith which you suffer like an amorphous shadereaching over the desperate...
puddling
late summer sunbeams
fall through forest leaves
wet with recent rain
my path beside the creek
slippery with puddles
mud and round wet stones
without warning
a cloud...
Afterward, in Waves
I’m no longer afraid of not doingthe right thing.
I leave clothes on the drying rackfor days.
Reading, I eat chocolate,smear the page.
It’s not...
In the third grade, I sat in the last row.Chalk dust whisper down the slate blackboard.The radiators hammered like anvilsthroughout the morning. In the...
Dry Splash
All these years we’ve been worried about
the sea levels rising,
when what we should have paid attention to
was the fresh water levels falling.
Long-forgotten riverbeds...
Abandoning Reasonskittering propositions
declare love
a superstition
damned to believing itself
we choose not to control
the burning breakdowns in logic
we’ve opened between us
Love, Past Continuous
there are no forevers
for...
The Bending
There are whales in the sky. The last of the day’s sun presses upbrilliant, flat, white bellies; the higher-ups’ downward pressure, astrongly moral...
