Poetry

In the beginning there was no name for the soft slippery thing inside me — but it demanded to be held. Like a child that could...

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...

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...

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

“...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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...