If Everything Is Maria Always something that needs to bekept from someone, and soI stay quiet Always a truth I would tell youthat might feel like a lie A room filled with enemies orex-lovers, a boat on fire in the … Continue reading
walk away/like a fool someone telling you it’salmost too late your entire life,and then it is, and is thiscomedy or is ittragedy? do you outlive your children orbury them all one at a time? and maybe i’m part ofthis particular … Continue reading
st elena speaks with the voice of a carrion bird the almost and thealways and the never and theneverything in between close yr eyes do you see now? let the map take youfrom here to there let the desert be … Continue reading
owego poem, from a great distance or all of us fucked like dogs in the rain or maybe just some of us beaten with the myth of god or of us raped but all of us left for dead and … Continue reading
the distant past, approaching standing in the sunlit spaces of late-afternoon shadows, he is talking to pollock who is dead but the truth is something else altogether warm for november but not … Continue reading
ODE TO THE CURATOR Wherever you hang paintings,the walls are willing. And every heavy sculpturethe floorboards are eager to hold up. Wherever you put them,all are there to please you. If works of art were lovers,you’d be the one they … Continue reading
Great Blue Heron The great blue heron is a complex fantastic mystery to me,More grey than blue, with awkward elongated neck,Standing in the conical pond like a statue,Completely motionless, moving nary a muscle.The pond is grey the colour of a … Continue reading
Poet Staggers Cancels Out the Dark There is a poem in my hearta stop-gap love that cancelsthe chamber beats.I can’t dismiss the cane I walk withor the heavy, pounding heart, missing breath.There are prayers of my past etchedin abuse that … Continue reading
Sometimes I fear memories.I don’t know why—I fear that they will take meDown shimmering halls where I don’t want to go,Down slates of eternal and composite angst and worry and regret and sorrow,Down impervious concrete tunnels of hardball unspoken thoughts … Continue reading
The night is an endless frustrating vast empty well into which I am continually falling but never reaching the bottom, never drawing closer to the malicious water. At 2 am, I wake up, my body electric, my eyes watchful and … Continue reading