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Battle of Silicon Valley at Daybreak

In a countryside green as a dollar bill, with the much handled commercial vegetation from around mall parking lots or in freeway divides, in a landscape where...

Exposure

When I asked you to take off +++++your neon orange trucker hat to sit for a photo between two trees, +++++I did feel embarrassed for you, awkward to...

To Stand Down (And To Stand By)

A Pangyrus selection for Juneteenth. ancestry is all i have / the only artform that remains / how else to explain this oscillating darkness / my id...

with what letters remain

“...because even the soul is a creature...” - Meister Eckhart you’re here, telling me how a disease survives in saliva & blood & water & it’s swift mutation to rancid wine...

In the afterlife from a distant forest

driftwood cast upon the sea’s lashing, slips through the fingers of waves, colonized by gribbles, riddled with pinholes from shipworms, hoppers, wood piddocks home/dinners, dressed in brine at the...

Schadenfreude

Everything comes at a price. This evening, too, will have to be atoned for, somehow. The balcony door is open and the dog watches our neighbors bicker outside. She’s...

Why Not Climb?

Whether it’s a bouldering sheep or a raw snow-bone, at this distance all is tantalising and inconclusive. Either way, there’s a silver flaw in your best eye, a speck...

The New York Times Publishes 1000 Names

I don't know about you, but I'm ready for something to be different. This staying at home, not knowing what's going to happen next, worrying, not...

Covid’s Metamorphoses

I know—I know, sorry! Sorry. It’s this basement desk, this heavy rain, that has me thinking of that wet poem, book one’s great flood, the threat...

Insurrection, January 6, 2021

The god of destruction has finally chosen the time to reveal himself in his vast formless Picassian glory. He treads horned and naked through the elegant...

Aspiration

Crowned a week before Easter. It is spring. The spirit might have whispered in your ear, as with Mary; the virus could have entered though the eye, through other openings. Your uvula once pink and light as...

What Grandma Read at the Bottom of My Cup

The hand that strokes the sleeping cheek will throb with self-control: a pulsing power station. Kindness is titanium. So plant. The seed will burrow up through dirt...